Welldark B1 Ch. 02

My attention quickly shifted to her brown eyes. They were as dark as the soil of an old forest and filled with determination. Not to impress me, I got the feeling, just general determination for some goals in life that I did not know about. There was a great deal of drive inside her and it elevated her stunning looks. Elves all had noble features but wood elves mixed theirs with an exotic wildness. They had generally rounder faces, sharper teeth and more athletic figures. This one was a prime speciwoman of those traits.

Crossing her arms in front of her chest, she gave me a quick up and down. "Let's make this quick. I am Inistra."

I waited for a second longer than necessary, expecting her to give her last name as well. Just because she seemed like the type that would. She didn't and so I responded quickly, not wanting to leave a bad impression with someone of such a hurried character, "Well then, nice to meet you. As you wish, I'll cut straight to the chase." I looked her straight in the eyes, sitting upright, my chest pushed out, my voice confident, "I would like to touch your breasts."

Her eyes widened, showing that she was taken aback.

"And I don't mean just some sort of poke," I elaborated, to prevent any follow-up questions. "I mean proper fondling. I won't be rough or do anything you would find painful, I guarantee you." I raised my hands and made some humoristic groping gestures with a straight face. "I have a lot of experience in this field. Maybe some face-to-chest contact as well, if you'd enjoy that."

"What? No!" Inistra finally reacted, a bit of red mixing into her chocolate tone.

"I would be satisfied with fondling your butt as well," I offered an alternative. I already saw where this was going, but I was still being honest. "The table is narrow so you can lean over, but I suppose if you sit on it that works as well..."

"Ridiculous!" Inistra jumped to her feet and stomped away all of a sudden. "Perverted dumbass, who does he think he is..." she mumbled, her trolley clacking over the pavement behind her. I looked after her, totally staring at the twin globes that managed to turn even the frilly skirt into a clear outline. Her ass was guaranteed every bit as luscious as I imagined it to be.

By the time my eyes returned to the line, I was met with the sight of all of the women stepping away. I was maximally disappointed. What were they expecting? That they could live together with a guy (or in the mansion of that guy, in my case here) and not have any sort of action going on? I wasn't about to just give them a nicer roof to be a nice person. None of them needed my charity, so it should have been clear from the start that I made this offer with certain expectations.

"You suck at understanding normal people," Arlethia mocked me when the entire line had been re-absorbed by the crowd. Worse, I could see the rumour of my demand spreading. I sighed. Even if some of them didn't mind this particular test, peer pressure would now make it impossible to approach me.

I let my head hang. "Evidently yes, guess you get to mock me on this one," I sighed, having no idea why everyone was so stuck up about their sex life. Wasn't the entire point of living to have sex? Like, sure, that was for the procreation sense and I was, currently, only looking for fun but in that fun was the promise to one day find sexy ladies to raise something with, right? "I keep forgetting you boring folk think that getting your sex pleasantly caressed in public is embarrassing."

"What, you would let people give you a handjob in public?" Arlethia giggled and then suddenly stopped when I looked her way, my expression making it very clear that I was absolutely fine with that. What did I care? When it came to sex I had only three limitations. No cheating, no forcing and not in front of minors.

'I mean really, what are the women here thinking? They're essentially here to see if they can become part of a harem and I'm the bad guy for just being honest about what I want? There is a one to ten ratio here, wouldn't it be normal to act more slutty than normal in order to outdo the competition?' I exhaled slowly. 'Seriously, ladies of Welldark, do you expect every man here to flirt ten times as much as normal? You will be single for an eternity in that case.'

At the end of my mental rant I did realize that it was not my serious staring that had made Arlethia stop talking. Instead, she was looking towards the sole figure that now approached the table. Her voice beckoned me sweetly, like a fairies song that drifted down with a mountain wind to the fields of grass in the valley, a bit cold in their discipline, but also soft and a welcoming cool on a hot day. "Are you still committed to this casting effort?" asked Esther, adjusting her tricorne.

It protected her beautiful eyes from the sun rays that mercilessly surrounded her angelic beauty. The blemish I had accidentally inflicted on her had been healed away, easing my bad conscience. Like me, she only carried one bag that seemed rather light. Her curvaceous body had me momentarily distracted, clad in a fresh uniform. I was only brought back when she shifted her weight and reminded me that time was still flowing.

"Uhm, Y-yes," I stuttered, quickly clearing my throat to recollect myself. Her appearance was too pleasant a surprise to not get a little bit flustered. 'Thank you, almighty Father,' I thought earnestly, wondering if the old man even had anything to do with this. Given the scope of things, it was rather unlikely. "By all means, please, take a seat."

"Rumour has it you begin this by lecherously preying upon a woman's form," Esther pointed out as she planted her bubble butt on the stool. It wasn't quite as fat as the elf's bottom had been, but between the two of them, I preferred Esther's. She had a nicer overall balance, which elevated her smaller rump in a more enticing way.

She crossed her long legs and brushed a strand of her wavy hair behind her ear. It must have been absolutely inconvenient for her that it kept escaping from her ponytail in these small ways. Personally, I loved it. The gesture was adorable on its own and the way her large breasts shifted along with it added a sexy note to it.

"It's been like two minutes and the rumour already bloated to such stupid proprotions," I mumbled and continued to gaze at her. Eventually, my travels went from the beauty of her body to the beauty of her soul, locking eyes with her intrigued and disciplined stare. I found it quite interesting that Esther had decided to come along despite hearing what she had. Peer pressure apparently didn't impact her decision making too much.

The raven-haired woman just sat there, with absolute dignity, waiting for me to continue. No matter how long I stared, her amber eyes didn't give away what she truly thought of this situation. Mystery veiled her actions, hid what she expected me to say. I shifted on my stool to get my dick a bit more comfortably situated in my pants. Everything about her body and behaviour were things I wanted. My infatuation grew with each second I was exposed to her.

The safe maneuver would have been to deny the rumour outright and tell her it was all a misunderstanding. I had just learned that the average woman around here had not yet wisened up to how things should go in these formative university years. Telling the truth may have turned her away. However, I would not make myself a hypocrite and she was clearly not the average woman. Esther had come despite hearing the worst so now she deserved the plain truth.

"What happened," I began to explain, "is that I straightforwardly asked the first girl that came here whether or not I could fondle her breasts. She and everyone else decided that was offensive. The way I see it, I was just being honest about what living with a guy like me would be like."

"Does 'a guy like me' translate to 'a pervert?" she asked, one of her eyebrows moving up in a fashion that could have indicated mockery, amusement or both.

"I prefer 'connoisseur of the female form'," I returned, having successfully gathered myself. "But I'm not offended by pervert. Calling a spade a spade is appropriate as far as I'm concerned."

"An interesting policy, Karitas." Putting one hand on the table, she pushed herself up. She rose and so did my lower half. It was the way in which she spoke my name. That naturally velvety voice of hers was formed by those soft, red lips into a series of syllables that was more erotic than the majority of porn I had ever watched. The fact that I was struck by her definitely skewed my perception, but realizing that didn't change reality as I perceived it. Neither would I have wanted it to. I hadn't felt shivers like this in my heart and in my spine since first becoming interested in women.

Esther leaned over the table. Her shirt stretched downwards as her large breasts had their firmness contested by gravity. They slimmed slightly from the fall but their sagging was limited to a healthy degree. They slumped only so far that I could be sure they had to be real, while also proving that they were as firm as they logically could be. If there was anything about that sight I could complain about, it was that I didn't get to see more than a rough outline. Even now, she kept all buttons closed, showing not a centimetre of skin below the neckline.

"To repay truth with truth, I am interested in you," she continued and I felt my excited heartbeat in my throat. "As I have been informed, we will be neighbours soon, Karitas. Which mansion was assigned to you?"

"Number five," I responded firmly, looking back at her face. My visual appetite was far from sated, that was a hunger I carried with me eternally, but her face served as much to fill me as her breasts did. Different parts of her just satisfied different appetites. "You?"

"One," her answer was as direct as it was informative. "The mansion that is placed furthest away." While the area in which the mansions stood was relatively compact, this still put more space between us than I wanted. Chances that we stumbled into each other on a daily basis were extremely low. "I am dissatisfied with that arrangement," Esther let me know.

"That makes two of us," I agreed. The rest of the world seemed distant, all colours dull, next to the amber of her eyes. The slit pupils narrowed a little bit, focusing on me. At that moment, it was easy to read that her interest in me was genuine. I had the chance to deepen our relationship bit by bit and see if this fledgeling emotion I felt for her could manifest into genuine adoration. "You're more than welcome to join me in my mansion, there is more than enough room," I said and she straightened up with a small smile. Then, staying true to myself where I perhaps shouldn't, added, "but the conditions for you are the same as everyone else."

Esther's body tensed and she remained still for several seconds, frozen in a position half standing and half bent forwards. Staring at me, only two blinks indicated that she was more than a gorgeous statue. I felt that I might have overplayed my hand. Nevertheless, I wore a confident smile and remained calm. My suggestion was made in earnest and the same logic by which I wanted to test everyone else applied to her. Seeing whether or not she shared more with me than a level of mutual interest and talent was tantamount. I wanted to be myself around her.

In two ways, her frozen state was dissolved. First were her eyes, darting from my face to my pants. I couldn't have hidden the pronounced, large tent if I had tried and I didn't have any intention to even attempt it. Faintly, I heard a slow inhale and an equally slow exhale. Then she moved her entire body back down. Leaning forwards, she purposefully pronounced her chest as she stretched it towards me. Her breasts were squished together between her arms, making them seem even larger than before.

At the side, I could hear Arlethia whisper, "No f-ing way." I ignored it. At that moment, I had much better things to do than engage in another word fight with the succubus.

I didn't rush things. Moving my fingers and making a relaxed fist two times, I made sure that my hands were neither sweaty nor cold. This was not the time to leave any bad first impressions. I also lightly bit the inside of my cheek. I wanted to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Some things were almost too good to be true.

More than the situation at large, her breasts definitely fell into that category. Carefully, I reached out to what I wanted to be mine. Through her shirt and bra, I felt their goodness. They were definitely not fake. They were too soft for that. Soft, squishy and almost begging to be fondled by their size alone.

Barely, I managed to restrain myself from going all out from the start. I had learned long ago that just groping away wasn't particularly pleasant for my partner, so I started gently and gradually increased the pace and roughness of my actions. From simply pressing my palms against her for a few seconds, I transitioned to pressing my fingers into the soft meat. I moved slowly, methodically, looking for any imperfections and found only glorious fulfilment. All my hands experienced was warmth and softness. I didn't touch a single rib, leaving her bra to be the hardest thing I felt. Under her clothes, her breasts must have been even larger than my eyes told me. Certainly, they were big enough to wrap around my cock or bury my head between them.

My exploration of her delicious funbags entered the next phase. From simply feeling her shape and firmness, I went to play with her chest. I raised the sizable globes with my hands, fondled them with circular motions and carefully listened for her breathing. I wanted to see just exactly how jiggly they were and how sensitive she was, both tasks made difficult thanks to the bra. Every drop of blood that had been taxed off my brain informed me that I should have torn open her clothes. That went far beyond the permission I had received, however. To get at least an idea, I raised both of her breasts and then suddenly let go. Bra or not, her breasts fell and bounced for a little bit until they assumed the natural resting state. The entire time, I was entranced.

These breasts were firm enough to give a nice resistance against my fingers, big enough to wrap around them with their superfluous flesh and jiggly enough to bounce around even in confinement. There was only one more piece of information I could coerce with my fingers. One more thing that would prove whether these were as absolutely perfect as my impression of them was so far.

Esther must have thought that I was done but, before she could ask or move, my hands were back on her. Cupping the size of both breasts, I concentrated on the tactile sensations under my thumbs. Although her clothes may have succeeded in hiding them from my eyes, my hands and instincts were honed to feel the small bump of her nipples. It only took me a few moments to localize the hardened crowns and circle around the protrusions at the centre. I could estimate their size that way. That wasn't, however, what I truly wanted to discover by doing this.

I looked up from my work to find Esther breathing heavily. Her eyes were almost completely closed, only a sliver showing that her gaze was downcast and focused on my hands. Her mouth was open just a bit and gave way to sweet sounds. Every single one of her audible breaths sent shivers down my spine and pulsations through my cock. She was just as entranced as I was. Her breasts were every bit as sensitive as I could hope. A whispered moan passed between her lips, somehow reverberating with her sexy accent despite being completely wordless.

Lips, now glistening even more seductively than before. They came close. No, I came closer to them. I couldn't control myself, her ephemeral beauty had me sucked in and each tiny moan made it worse. Tiny shivers on her part freed more and more strands of her hair from their confinement. She didn't seem to notice, her hands stayed firmly on the table.

I had risen to an angle where I could no longer touch her breasts properly. Without thinking, I let go, my instincts telling me that this would lead to greater places. When I did, her eyes slowly opened again. She saw me leaning towards her, my intention to kiss her crystal clear. Her bright red flushed face was so close to mine, I couldn't even see her lips anymore, only her amber eyes, one black strand running between them. Finding her luscious mouth would have been easy even without seeing it, given that it was the source of the silent panting. Just a finger-wide gap was between us now.

Then one of her hands caught me on the chest and she pushed me back with firm intent. Reason returned to me the moment I saw all of her face again and the pleasantness of what I had just done was suddenly overshadowed by a twinge of fear. I may have won the gamble but by pushing my advantage this far, I may have lost the battle.

"This is enough," Esther stated, deciding for both of us. Jaw bones clenching and relaxing in an irritated fashion, she circled the table. I looked after her movements quietly, not wanting to set her off or interrupt her thoughts. I had probably tried to take it further than she was comfortable with. "You got what you desired."

"I would certainly say so," I agreed with a firm nod. I remained quiet and careful, waiting for any signs that clarified if she was offended or not. What she had accepted at the start could swing into disgust by taking things just one action too far. I had experienced such behaviour in the past and it was always difficult to predict or read.

"Then let us move to your mansion," she said and looked over her shoulder towards some murmured noises. Only now did both of us realize that we had been watched by the students. I couldn't blame them, from their perspective they must have gotten a magnificent look at Esther's ass. As a matter of fact, I would have absolutely stared in their position.

'If only I could be at two places at the same time...' I thought and looked over to the raven-haired beauty. She had the same lack of embarrassment as I did. A positive sign towards our compatibility, at least as far as I saw it, but I had a more important question on my mind right then. "'Us? You're coming back to my mansion?"

"It is the bargain we struck and I intend to see it through," Esther sounded almost scolding when she said that. "As I declared before, greedy Karitas," she took a small pause to readjust her backpack and fix her hair, "I am interested in you. The kind of interest you return...," she looked at my boner, then back up to my fixated eyes. They told very similar but also different stories. "...is obvious and appreciated. As you say, the events that will occur during our stay will not fit in the 'prude' category. I do expect you to be wise enough to not push or prod where you shouldn't.."

I swallowed my immediate proposal for her to join my Anomalia. It hadn't even been a day yet and as much as I felt fate, lust and adoration intermingle for something that seemed meant to be, it wasn't wise to rush things to this degree. "We're of the same mind again, Esther," I kept things flirtatious but fairly safe this time, letting my smile say the rest.

Answering with a smile on her own, small as it may have been, she seemed to note my approach approvingly. "I would have thought you would be more demanding, given what you just tried," she confessed.

"I'm sorry if that was too far," I shook my head and apologized. "If you have the patience for my mistakes, I will gladly try and wait until you're comfortable for all the things you're willing to give to me."

"...We will see if I possess such patience, good Karitas," Esther responded and straightened up completely, pulling her shoulders back. "Let us waste no more time here. I have a room to pick and there are schedules to be planned."