Beta read and Co-written by Gamercrusher55 and Shigiya
Lime warning
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-Fullstar-
Despite what others might think, it hadn't been that long in the grand scheme of things since he got to meet and deal with the Dark Queen and her subordinate. Their initial involvement was anything but pleasant, for even if he had saved Olga's life, he had equally taken her as his prisoner, so in her eyes, he was just bringing her back on course to her death or a fate worse than it. Of course, afterwards, so many things had happened that had put such an outcome on hold.
They had pushed through one ordeal after another, from dealing with the late Beardsley's schemes, her escapade to save Chloe, and then the Shiroinu, just to name a few. Instead of meeting the death everyone expected, she received a brief sanctuary from the very foes she'd spent nearly a thousand years trying to destroy. He was not naive enough to think she did so without having plans to return to power or potentially take an opportunity to backstab Celestine. That was why he stayed close, both guarding her and preventing her from slipping back into the Dark Queen she once was, in the worst case ready to cut her down if necessary.
In that time, he came to learn more about that woman, the feared ruler of the Dark Lands. Under different circumstances, she would have been his target. Yet after two months at her side, he found her surprisingly… normal; though far too haughty most times despite her circumstances; one of the few in this world who actually was.
He could only count on one hand the normal people here like that.
That was his overall impression: everyone in this world carried some oddity, and while she had her own, they were mild compared to the rest. Even her monstrous acts — unforgivable as they were — had roots he could understand. She had been driven by the relentless abuses inflicted on the Dark Elves, a people treated as property and violated worse than cattle. Her hatred was born from that injustice, and her war was the desperate answer of someone who chose bloodshed over watching her people be stripped of their dignity once again.
He supposed he should have expected this. War was never as simple as righteous versus wicked; people only pretended it was. Olga made that clear. Her atrocities remained unforgivable, and the number of those slain, violated, or tortured under her command would always justify the many who demanded her death.
He wasn't a saint, a judge, or any kind of enforcer of the law of these lands. And he of all people would be the last person to ever have a semblance of a right to pass final judgement.
She was proud, always had been. For eight centuries she'd warred against humanity, a dark elf clinging to vengeance like armor, her ego swelling beyond the reach of her dwindling power. Monsters answered her call once, but now even Vault dared to rise against her, and the things she'd unleashed slipped further from her grasp with every passing decade. In truth, she'd been losing ground for ages. But the Dark Queen pressed on, stubbornness hardening her resolve even as the world shifted beneath her feet. Her duty was practically a chain now; she clung to it while her people, once loyal, turned upon her and all the while, hatred hollowed her out, driving her into performing the very nightmares she claimed to despise. She couldn't let go. She couldn't see there might have been another way, one that wasn't paved with corpses and betrayal. Not that he could claim to be any different.
In truth, he didn't dislike Olga, despite her numerous atrocious actions she'd done before he arrived, after all hating someone in general is just not in his usual nature. While there were several reasons to kill her, it was not because he desired it or anything like that, it was just that she wasn't his target, simple as that. At some point, he just felt pity for the woman more than anything else. Saving the two Dark Elves from the Kuroinu, in a way, was just him testing the waters in trying a different approach, seeing if they could make a different choice at the end of all this before he left. When he surprisingly stayed, he decided it would be best to see if they can help him by aiding him to finish taking out the rest of his apparent targets that decided to not show up for the siege for whatever reason. In the end he used his promise as an anchor for his actions, which conveniently ended up working in his favor, he could already imagine Rin's smirk telling him how she was right in the end.
Regardless, he came to understand more beyond her hatred… She was more prideful than even his previous estimates, down to the core, more so than anyone else. All of this just further raised his disbelief at her present actions and the 'reward' she chose for him that was in front of his eye's right this instant.
This was the absolutely last thing he awaited from her of all people.
These thoughts kept brimming in his head as he could feel the sensation of her lips pressed against his own linger longer, her actions bold enough to catch him off guard at first, even more so since they were carried out with an unmistakably inexperienced touch from someone who definitely had never kissed anyone in the past. The way she initiated the intimate gesture, joined by the sudden closeness of their bodies, and to her slightly uncoordinated movement.
All of it told him she was indeed an amateur, someone who might have just offered him her very first kiss, his mind went back to that moment in Feoh when she most likely had done so. He drew in a small breath when she finally pulled back her lips, creating a small but noticeable distance between them. He tried to speak up once the moment loosened its hold on him. "Olga, this…" However even though her name slipped past his lips, the rest of his thoughts still stalled from what happened leaving him briefly speechless as he tried to assemble something coherent.
"Was that disappointing?" she said with a confidence that felt almost out of place from her actions, especially as she placed a firm hand on his chest and pushed him down onto the sofa. He let himself fall back, still staring at the silky, wavy dark-haired elf woman standing over him, her sultry amber eyes staring at him as if they were on fire… his mind could only try to catch up to whatever she believed was happening right now.
"Disappointment is not the word I would choose. I am surprised, that is all."
"You are surprised that I am willing to give myself to you, even after what happened between us back at Feoh." She tilted her head slightly, raising an eyebrow as if expecting him to protest, and he immediately recalled that moment before he went to Beardsley's trial. Archer had to admit that having those memories surface again felt awkward, especially considering everything that had unfolded afterwards with the blonde woman. His kiss with Olga at that moment was more of a spur-of-the-moment reaction, a challenge against her flirtation.
At least, that was what he wanted to believe.
"Do you think of me as a loose woman who would only ever dare kiss another when there was no rhyme or reason to it?" she asked, her tone dry enough to suggest she already anticipated his answer.
"I am already having a hard time just imagining you giving a human a polite handshake without killing them on the spot for believing that they could dare lay a hand on you. Which actually is the same thing you threatened to do to me before, despite the fact that doing it saved your life," he replied equally as dry as her tone. The remark earned a surprisingly genuine chuckle from her, one that softened her expression for a brief moment.
"You are not wrong. No human is allowed, or even permitted to dream, of touching a single strand of my hair without suffering the consequences. It would be no different than smearing excrement on a piece of painting, tainting its beauty forever."
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(Lime Start)
"How humble of you. Yet here we are," he said, watching her carefully. Not mentioning it out loud, but what was happening right now did kind of contradict what she had just mentioned. Not denying his claim, the woman proceeded to approach him while taking off the last remaining piece of her armour, her lavender purple vambrace boots and greaves falling to the floor, showing her completely naked body to him. It was the first time Emiya had ever laid eyes on it in its full splendor, and it completely took his breath away.
He took it all in as it was illuminated by the fireplace's soft bright and warm colored light.
Olga's tan flesh resembled his own, her skin tone reminding him of someone who spent too much time under the sun as their skin got slowly darker, it was as if she had spent her life bathing under the sun of a western frontier's desert, he guessed the Dark Land's had a similar environment. The hue of it reminded him of spices and minerals that were pulled from the earth… it was as if she herself came from the very earth, a being of nature given human form.
The coloration of her light brownish-red skin reminded him of delicious smooth exotic light chocolate that one had never tasted before. Her complexion despite all the scuffles she had been through was clean without a single scratch or bruise. She most likely due to her using a spell to heal such wounds before they festered into such; It was pure and pristine.
Her long black hair was even more luscious and beautiful then it always was, the firelight making its texture glow with a shiny silverish-gray like sheen. Its long length and volume stood out like a crown; smooth, silky, wavy, and vibrant all at once. Her hair's deep dark color of ebony struck him with its beauty exactly like the thunder in its dark night sky. It traveled down to her feet covering the backside of her body causing it to contrast with her light dark skin, further amplifying her body's silhouette in the firelight as her hair acted as a dark canvas to it.
Her body was unearthly amazing, making it stand out as one of the most beautiful women he'd ever laid eyes on. Her hourglass figure would drive any man insane as her curvy figure seemed to go on to no end making her look like the winner of a beauty contest, a top of the line beauty model. Even though he had already seen it before with those skimpy clothes of hers it still shocked him how her waist was so thin in comparison to her large breasts and hips. The latter were still so wide and supple making him wonder how soft they would feel on him. He'd already seen her chest, but that didn't change their impact on him, they had to be one of the largest pairs he'd seen, and they didn't just have size to go with them, but he could tell they were incredibly firm too, not sagging even an inch as her dusky pink nipples stared straight at him.
And then there was her face.
A single sultry pointed and gem-like amber eye continued to stare at him while her raven hair covered her other, further augmenting her appeal making her look more exotic. Her red lushish lips seemed so luscious and small, as they continued to glow in the red hue from the fire. Her beauty was top-tier and combined with the aura she carried herself so regal and dominant, it was as if he was staring at something forbidden, yet her presence alone demanded that he had permission to do so.
Pure captivation coursed through his being, not able to think of anything until his brain rebooted. She was that much of a pure beauty.
He continued staring at her without saying anything, while Olga's skin continued gaining a whisky-reddish colored tint to it. She dared not say anything lest she flee from embarrassment, as she stood in front of the silver-haired man on the sofa, who wouldn't stop gazing at her bare entire being. In that brief period they did nothing but steel themselves enough to recover.
Now that the shock factor had somewhat lessened, he had to admit she was indeed a beauty on par with Celestine. Despite his complicated feelings toward that so-called Goddess Reborn, he could not deny her striking presence, and the same held for Olga. Where the blonde elf carried warmth like a soft mantle, the one before him was more akin to a rose, lovely to behold yet carrying a quiet warning that one would bleed if they approached carelessly.
She moved without hesitation, slowly climbing into his lap and settling herself comfortably on his lap. She slipped her arms around his neck, her body leaning forward with the sensation of her bare, soft mounds pressing against him. The narrowing distance between their faces made the room feel smaller.
"I do not see anything about you that is human," she said quietly, her warm breath tickling his ear. All the while, the golden earrings on her long elven ears rang faintly with each movement of her head. "Your face, physique, and your infuriating mannerism could pass for one, but a human you are not."
He smirked, "You just have not met a human like me yet."
"Still as infuriating and confounding as always, obviously and hopefully, I will not meet another one like you. You alone are already a handful; I don't want to lose my future kingdom once again. To lose centuries of history in mere hours to another like you is something I would rather prefer to avoid."
"If I remember correctly, you had already lost that castle by the time I interfered in that throne room."
"At least the Kuroinu would have taken control of the place and left me something to reconquer in the future."
Finding that idea a bit funny, Archer commented without missing a beat, "There would be no reconquering if you were to be chained in the deepest part of a dungeon. A bit of gratitude is even just a little bit appreciated for the effort of saving you and your charge."
"Hmph… I… I would have found a way."
She did not, in fact, sound confident about it herself, so rather than being offended or even angered, he allowed himself a brief chuckle, his expression softening as he looked at her more closely. "Are you sure you should be saying that to the one who saved your life multiple times? I might reconsider doing so next time you eventually find yourself in trouble."
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Her fingers traced the contour of his jaw as her eyes gazed into him so deeply that he could practically feel the emotions exuding from within her. Strangely enough, unable to see any hesitation, anything that would have given him a hint that maybe she was pushing herself to do this as a means to compensate him, in the only way she believed he would have wanted. No, all he found was amber-orange eyes, as clear and tranquil as a quiet lake. Not a single ripple of doubt within them, which just served to confuse him even further.
Had their relationship gone so far that she would become like this?
Archer found it difficult to accept such a change in her, especially considering that not long ago, the same woman had been quietly weighing the most efficient way to dispose of him or at least impose some form of control over him. He could not even say she had been impulsive. Those earlier calculations had not come from someone who simply leapt at the first opportunity. Yet now she touched his lips as if the earlier long hostility had vanished entirely.
"Do not forget I also saved your life several times," she whispered into his ear, her fingers lightly tracing the curve of his jaw. Her voice still sounded the same as before, though now there was a faint undertone of sensuality threading through it. The man wondered if she and Mistiora shared some natural talent for stirring a man's nerves with nothing more than words and a pretty face… not to even mention her suggestive actions when this was supposedly her first time with another man. He could not decide whether she was doing it intentionally or if this was simply how she was without noticing the effect on him she caused.
"Oh? Pray tell, was this when you saved me from that fall from earlier?" he said. "Which, I might add, I could have, just like you, handled on my own."
"Well, there was that time I granted you every blessing in the book when we were dealing with those Lycans," she replied instantly, pinching his face with a small frown on her face. The memory returned to him in an instant. For in that instant when he'd received her enchantments he had felt something comparable to inhabiting his old Servant body, even if the sensation fell short of the true parameters he once possessed. He would not deny that she had contributed back then. Even if he could have changed the outcome without her, she had helped. If anything, that was the moment he knew she had to be kept close.
"Is that not the reason you want me at your side?" she continued, having figured out what he never told her. "So that when you face the Beast again, I will be there to serve as your precious little blessing dispenser."
"You do not sound opposed to the idea," he remarked.
She smiled in a way that carried a slow-burning confidence. "It is unusual. Had this been in the past, I would have refused without a moment of hesitation. I would never have allowed myself to be used in that way as nothing more than just a backup support for someone else. But now, I no longer mind. In fact, I find myself curious as to how much I can push my blessings without needing to fear you just exploding on the spot from too much mana. I am looking forward to it. For you to use me as your heart desires."
Her double entendre did not go unnoticed.
Archer smiled nervously, "Sounds to me like you are the one looking forward to using me instead."
"You're just imagining things." She stepped closer once more and pressed her lips against his ending their conversation. At first, it mirrored their earlier kiss, simple and chaste, then she attempted something more bold. Using her teeth, she tugged at his lower lip with clumsy eagerness, trying to imitate what she had only recently started learning. Her movements were truly inexperienced, though unlike Alicia, who was uncertain of what she was doing, Olga did everything with confidence, which made it harder for him to keep up. Also, somehow she kept getting better by the second, to be honest, he was not even surprised anymore, he just guessed Olga was as fast a learner in this department, as she was in magic.
After a moment of consideration, he decided it would be rude to refuse her and responded in turn, opening his mouth and connecting their lips, his sudden action threw her off a little before she adjusted. Guiding her slowly without overwhelming her, Archer let her find her own pace. He tasted her mouth, finding faint traces of alcohol and fruit on her tongue; a lingering sweetness that contrasted strangely with her reputation. Despite her history, the power she once wielded, as well as the confidence she currently displayed there was a faint fragility in the way her hands settled on him, as though the Dark Elf before him had been stripped of every throne and mantle she had ever worn until now; she resembled just a nervous maiden testing her first true kiss.
"Hn~!"
A soft sound escaped her throat, both half a moan and half a breath. Her eyes narrowed slightly, likely realizing how easily his movements were beginning to take the lead, making her lose whatever control she had on him bit by bit. It oddly didn't surprise him only in the sense that he expected nothing less from her. Pride had been carved into every part of Olga. She would never surrender quietly or step aside.
Her will flared full force as her eyes focused. She surged forward — a sudden, forceful shift in the balance of power. Her tongue collided with his, pressing against it with a new ferocity, the contact hard and unrelenting. She mimicked his earlier motions, but now there was a raw, almost combative energy behind every movement; her lips sealed tightly closing his, her jaw flexing, a challenge in every twist and push of her mouth. It was clear she meant to turn the tables, to reclaim the upper hand entirely, and perhaps provoke him into surrendering some equally embarrassing reaction, just as she had been compelled to moments before.
He found her efforts unexpectedly charming. It stirred a faint urge to tease the woman who now tried so fiercely to reclaim control. His hands traced her waist and slipped just enough to land a playful pinch on her supple butt, feeling her soft ass.
"Mnn!" Her voice broke into a startled sound far more delicate than she intended. The woman jerked back slightly, her body reacting before her mind caught up. A faint blush of frustration crossed her features as she glared at him, and Archer fought hard not to smirk.
Her pride drove her to retaliate.
Instead of pulling away, she leaned back in and bit down on his lower lip with surprising force. "Ouch!" Pain shot through him, and he muttered something under his breath. Olga smiled in triumph, satisfied that she managed to wring a genuine reaction from him while she still held him close. Sinking deeper into his lap, she relaxed her body, into his hard and warm frame. The feeling of the Dark Elf making herself comfortable on his lap, made the man feel his body heat rise up in partnership with hers as he felt her soft flesh caress his body, her nipple's grinding on him as they teased him. All he could think about was further continuing the conversation in order to occupy his mind with something else as he pulled away.
"You still have to answer me how, despite hating humans, you are still going this far. Whatever you feel you owe me, you know I'm not the kind of man who would demand something like this, so why?" he said, only to get a dry look from her and an eye roll from the woman.
"And I still can't understand why you keep insisting that you're a human despite the both of us knowing that you're anything but a human. Maybe at some point in the past you were one, but something tells me that is no longer the case."
He observed her closely for a reaction as he pondered his following words, before huffing in amusement, "If it will finally put your mind at ease, then yes, I was born a human, my soul is still that of a human, and so is this body." It was not a lie, so he saw no point in fighting it. He waited to see her response to the knowledge that she was on a human's lap.
"I have noticed you have a bad habit of omitting important details when talking about yourself. You're attempting to speak the truth while concealing certain facts." Of course, she saw right through his answer. They stared into each other's eyes before he continued.
"Would the word Heroic Spirit or Counter Guardian even mean anything to you?"
"... Aside from the Spirit part, everything else does not give me much to work with since you also are not a spirit. Then again, your actions certainly are quite heroic in the eyes of many."
"Then what would that make me in your opinion?"
"To be honest with you," The words slipped out of her, trailing as her hand drifted up his body, fingers brushing the fabric covering his chest. For just a flash, sparks crackled between her fingertips and himself and before Archer could even register what was happening, the neat black dress shirt he'd chosen in place of his usual armor was split open, fatally undone, leaving his sculpted chest completely bare and exposed to her gaze. She looked him over, lips curving in something like satisfaction.
"I have long since stopped caring about what you are anymore. Human, demon, elf, or some mutt mixture between them; with the way things have gone up to this point, does it even matter? At the end of the day, none of it changes who you are." Her hand lingered, nails lightly scraping his skin. "You're just Archer. That's enough for me. More than enough, honestly." She snorted, as if even voicing it out loud was a relief. "You're so much of a constant headache that I don't have the time or energy to overthink it anymore. So from now on, I'm just going to experience you for myself as we go forward. That should be the best way."
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'Wow…' Where on one hand, there was someone so obsessed with an identity, with a name once attached to him an innumerable amount of years ago, that she clung on to it in denial. That her idea of the boy she had seen in her visions was still within him, somewhere deep down, if at least within her reach. And on the opposite end here stood someone who had slaughtered and led millions into a despairing life, who had stood opposed to the other one in immense prideful action now saying the complete opposite. That she would accept him as is, and just go along with it, and see what happens.
He wasn't sure how to truly feel about it; he couldn't tell whether he should be smiling, teasing, or even dismissing her words. But before one of those could leave his mouth, his very being reacted to it on instinct; those words had brought out from him a genuine smile, something that could be described as the closest thing to gratitude he had ever shown to her. He could not hide it from her, as well as the words that exited as seamlessly from his mouth to the former queen.
"Thank you."
Olga went ramrod at his response, for that answer had completely gone out of her entire calculations, throwing the woman off. She could only stare at him as he saw her own look of innocence as her face went crimson red. For what felt like an eternity, the woman finally closed her eyes and laughed loudly.
"Heh… being thankful because I refuse to look deeper into your disgusting self, any more than I already have, what is wrong with that moronic head of yours?" Her raven-black hair covered her face, making her expression impossible to discern. You definitely are a weird one, and for the record, to me that makes you even less human." Gaze lowered, she moved her hands caressing his pecks and abs until they reached beneath the waist of his black pants and underwear. Leaving his lap, she descended till she was at eye sight of it, before giving it the same treatment as his shirt, removing it with a single flick of her hand, revealing his pained member 'front and center' to the woman who, for just a brief moment, froze on the spot at the sight, taking her first close sight of it in full. Luckily she had seen more than enough of them in her life, to be able to gather herself. Glad that her face at this angle was still hidden since she would never let him notice her reaction. She steeled herself, relaxing a bit as she noted how it was slowly rising.
"Is that all you have to say?"
…She shrugged, "Maybe, for now, but we'll see later on if my opinion changes as we go forth."
It took him a while to gather himself, but every second he had done that was spent by Olga in the same way, too; she was slowly recovering, too, from what had just happened, whether it was from the surprise, maybe even fear, or just the rush that came from having him so entirely and openly at her mercy. As it dawned on her how vulnerable he was letting himself be around her, her face which had been hidden slowly revealed itself as she raised her head.
She didn't stop smiling, not even for a moment.
He could see that smile now as it sent a shiver down his spine. He struggled to process what she had done to his clothes, to him, and what would follow after. Even as he stared at her, dazed and unable to move, she just looked right back up at him with a smile that was a vivid mix of emotions; kind of uncertain, kind of wild, but definitely real. Somehow, staring at that smile stirred something in him, as he shook himself back to his senses, reminding him of what was really happening right now. And then, before he even had the chance to say anything or do anything, Olga was already back to his now erect member like she'd been waiting for it the whole time, taking it in as if nothing had happened.
"Maybe you were right. It looks like parts of you still act just like those pathetic humans when they see a Dark Elf willing to give herself to them. But with this beastly thing in front of me, maybe you also have some Orc blood in you to boast such an endowment; that would explain the arrogance you show to me."
Appreciating her attempt at looking so calm, despite knowing differently, Archer decided to put what she was doing on hold and deal with it the same way he dealt with Alicia."You do not need to force yourself if you feel like you need to do this, due to you having some responsibilities towards me—Ah!" A gasp escaped his lips for the first time, as Olga wasted no time grabbing onto his warm member with a slight scowl on her face upon hearing his words.
"Are we not already done with that subject? I'll keep repeating myself until it gets through your thick skull. I can assure you it would have to be more than a mere 'Thank you' to compel me to do something like this. Whether this started from obligation, desire, reward, or what other excuse you come too, you would have me stop now that I've gone so far. I can assure you that I would pay back such humiliation in full if you continue this course." Her hold tightened hard for an instant, forcing a painful groan out of Archer, before she lessened her grip. "Now enough of your inane prattle, or I'll decide this to be a punishment instead."
Olga's hand wrapped around him, her touch both hesitant and determined as she felt the heat pulsing from it, the feel of the skin's texture on her hands, and the pulsing of the blood as it pooled down there. She stared at his length, width, and girth, a mixture of curiosity and calculation in her eyes, as she took in every detail of it from its feel to its appearance. "For a human, it's... truly substantial."
"Thanks, I think." Archer managed, a wry smile touching his lips, as Olga continued her examination.
"Ghh!" Her grip tightened, cutting off his attempt at speech; she was already committed, intent on learning every nuance of his body, her fingers tracing the ridged veins that pulsed like blue lightning beneath his flushed skin. Up and down her hand moved, slow at first tempo as if she were still testing the boundaries of what he liked best. But as she looked up to his face, watching his expression twist at her action's, confidence took root. Feeling assured in what moved him, her grip sure and steady now began to explore more fearlessly, her movements growing bolder.
His hips jerked, betraying him despite the discipline he tried to maintain. He gasped as her thumb smeared over the sensitive pink crown, gathering the bead of clear fluid that had welled up there and smearing over his sensitive tip.
"I see… so then if that's how you react… then… like this?" she asked, voice dipping into a whisper, each syllable a brush of hot breath against his cock, causing him to shiver. "That face you're making… I haven't seen it before. But I can't say I mind."
"Just like that, keep going," he breathed, having a hard time keeping a neutral face with how quickly her hand moved. Unable to think properly as she played with him, he just said what was on his mind. In response, her speed quickened, the slide of her palm growing slicker with each pass, until she stopped as a passing idea came to her mind.
"...Y-You're surpassingly good for someone who has never done this…"
She smirked, "Were you expecting a terrible experience? How unwise of you~!" She even had a teasing tone that sounded completely new to her, something he had never heard come out of the woman's mouth before.
"Ahhh," Her tongue slipped out, a trail of saliva glistening downwards to her hand as she brought it down to him, now having a much easier time to stroke him. "Ahh!" The coldness of the saliva made him shiver a bit, as her movements became sleeker than before. The sounds they let out began filling the room, the soft rustle upon the sofa, the wet slap of skin, their mingled breathing. He felt the tension coiling in his groin, a familiar heat rising fast.
"O-Olga…!"
But she already figured that out, her other hand coming up to join the first. Working him in tandem with both, creating a twisting, stroking motion that was both maddening and exquisite.
Her dark breasts, freed from their confines, swayed and jiggled with the effort, nipples tight and flushed. She raised herself upwards, never stopping her motion, bringing herself back to eye level with him, leaning into his face, so he could see her beautiful face, her breath hot against his neck. The sight alone, her hands against his skin, the intent focused on her face, the way her tongue still peeked from between her lips to glide against his skin as she licked his cheek.
All of this pushed him to his limit.
She seemed to sense it, her other hand coming up to cup his sac, sending a surge of energy coursing through Archer's body. She used her fingers, gently kneading them in her hands, providing extra stimulation. The added sensation was electric, shooting through him like lightning.
"Argh!" Another grunt escaped his mouth, a strangled cry on his lips as he spilled over her fingers in hot thick ropes that also painted their chests. It poured out like a fountain sprinkler, causing her supple chest to now be covered in a stark white that contrasted against her dark tan skin.
For a moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breaths. Then, slowly, Olga lifted her hand. "So this is what you filled those women with… It's so hot and thick, and also very sticky. If I remember correctly from the content of the books, one should…" She regarded the milky fluid coating her fingers with an analytical gaze, and before he could question what she meant about those 'books', much to Archer's surprise, she ended up bringing them to her lips. Her tongue hesitatingly moved out as she licked it, tasting it tentatively, slowly as a thoughtful expression crossed her face, before scooping up more and drinking it.
"Salty," she murmured, more to herself than to him. "A bit bitter, but not as overall terrible as I was expecting. I had thought I would retch at the sight, though still, it is not a proper meal. It appears to give off a unique scent."
He remained frozen in place, almost speechless at what he was seeing. Every action from her today kept bringing one surprise after the other. To the point, he wasn't even sure if she was the same Olga from just an hour ago, and not Mistiora in a disguise.
Before he could formulate a response, she was shifting again, positioning herself over him in a different way. Getting on her knees, resting them on the fur rug as her black hair pooled at her feet, she positioned herself between his legs. Her breasts were heavy, and her erect dusky nipples were now on full display and positioned as the center pieces of her next action — pressed against either side of his still-hard cock. Archer was shocked speechless at the sight, though he wasn't the only one unprepared, as it seems she herself wasn't mentally prepared for what she was doing as well.
"I-I will say that this is my first time as well. I've always been co-confident in my chest, and I know that to you men enjoy these, they are an object of desire for you to do all sorts of things with. Mine are quite on the l-larger side, and fr-from what I've seen, you certainly appreciate those types. My chest may not be as big as Celestine b-but they are more than enough for this…"
Was she being serious? Why the sudden shyness after what had occurred just a few seconds ago? Perhaps the alcohol really did a number on her mind considering what she was now doing.
Yet he could not complain, for her soft, dark tan skin was melding on him, in a stark contrast against the flushed, tan flesh of his arousal. She sandwiched him between them; the pressure she pushed onto him gave him a delicious friction. And as soon as she did so, all his mind knew was warmth, softness, bliss, and ecstasy.
Her nervousness at the provocative display only further attracted him to her, increasing her attractiveness and vulnerability.
"Now if I recall correctly from Celestine's collection… this is how it should work," she said, her voice once more husky, seeming to get her nerve back. She began to move, sliding her breasts up and down his shaft, causing him to moan at every motion. The sight was intoxicating, the dark peaks of her nipples brushing against him with every pass, further stimulating him.
It was obvious what effect she had on him, as she could see it written all over his face. "Men really do enjoy this, don't they?" A sly cheshire grin formed on her face as Olga relished having him under her control.
Archer didn't respond as she kept moving her chest. It was as if he was sandwiched between two warm memory foam pillows that were molding to his shape and memorizing it. The softness and firmness ground on his shaft, stimulating him at every turn. The endorphins being pumped into his brain were making it hard for him to focus.
Further spurred on by his reaction she leaned forward, lowering her head and then… "Mmm~!" Her lips, swollen from their earlier kiss, parted to take the head of his cock into her mouth. The wet heat of her tongue swirling around his sensitive tip made him gasp, as the pleasure went to a whole other level, his hands grabbing into the sofa's fur lining beneath him. She sucked gently, cheeks hollowing, her gaze locked with his as she continued the rhythm with her breasts.
The dual sensations, the soft slide of her breasts and the hot suction of her mouth, were overwhelming. He felt himself hurtling toward the edge again, embarrassingly fast. His hips thrust upward seeking more of it, and she accommodated him, taking him in a little deeper, her movements becoming bolder, more confident.
"Olga…" he groaned, her name. To her credit she managed to hear him even over the sound of their skin against skin in par with her slurping motion's..
Her only response was to double her efforts, her movements becoming a blur of slick, sloppy motion that was unsynchronized. Going on and on in her foreplay with him, as she kept getting closer and closer to the inevitable result of her actions. Throughout it all she never stopped being elated at his reactions.
She wanted this. She wanted all of it.
"A-ah!" With a final, shuddering cry, he grabbed her soft head, feeling her smooth hair as he held it close, spilling himself into her waiting mouth. He could feel it pool out of her stuffed mouth and onto her chest, body, and the floor as his mind went blank. She, in turn, drank him down, her throat working as she swallowed every last drop, her tongue still swirling around him, coaxing out every bit of pleasure until he was utterly spent.
They didn't leave their position for a while, as Archer just sat there enjoying the feeling of Olga servicing him.
Afterwards, she released him slowly, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his softened length for a moment before breaking. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a triumphant, messy grin on her face. Her chest heaved, her breasts glistening with a mixture of sweat and the semen he had just coated them in. She took a moment to watch his face painted with pleasure, taking it in as a luxury. Her smile only increased at the sight, growing wider and wider.
"T-There," she whispered with a crimson hue on her face. "Not even the prior two harlots you've been with had made you reach your limit this quickly."
Even until now, she was still thinking about those two!?
"Is everything a competition to you?" He asked helplessly and tiredly. His exhausted state only further spurred Olga, giving him his answer in the form of her shifting her position again, removing her stained chest from his member causing Archer to shift as he felt the cold air instead of the prior warmth. She moved to get on top of him with her now wet womanhood glistening under the fire's light while the tip of his spent dick rubbed against it. Each motion made her shiver, embracing his head as if to support herself, she showed a grin he could not see and whispered close to his ears once more.
"Of course, I am your Queen after all. Nothing… no one can stand above me, either in combat or in carnal delights. Not even Celestine, and unfortunately for her, I am now several steps ahead." Her hands went to touch the spot right above her nether lips, as a glowing mark appeared on her skin, which drew his attention. It was made with two circles, and had a line squiggle through it. It took only a few seconds for him to realize what it was, as he felt the concentrated magical energy and recognized its purpose.
"A protection measure?"
"Yes," she answered, her hand grabbing onto his cock and bringing it closer to her sensitive folds, moving up and down on it, allowing both of their most intimate parts to rub against one another. Her outer folds continued caressing his shaft as more of her juices leaked out of it with each drag. The friction of her grind work already returned him to a new life, as his lower region once more got harder. "The last measure and my most desperate barrier. Had something happened to me when Vault had succeeded, and you were not there, then I would have cast it. At least then I would have been able to take out a few humans before losing myself to whatever torture he had in mind."
"Trying to kill me already?" He asked with amusement while also being a bit cautious about that protective measure now. As if to prove her point, she slid his manhood at the entrance, where even applying a bit of force to enter proved to be impossible as an invisible force pushed him away. In the end, his dick would just slide off to once more tease her folds or clit. "Doesn't seem so."
"Let's see which is which, shall we. Are you willing to risk your life and find out about the results yourself?" She said, genuinely making it hard to figure out if she was being serious or not. So instead, he met her challenge head-on, pulling her close enough to feel her breasts press against his skin, kissing her neck, as he rubbed himself against her, his hands roaming up and down her thighs, their bodies burning against each other with excitement.
"A-ahhh… Aaaaah… Aaaaaahhhhh."
"Hmph… Haaah! Hnaaaaaah."
They entered into a moment of peppering each other's bodies with kisses as they entangled themselves within each other. They moved lower slowly, never once stopping as they kept holding each other close. They laid themselves down on the fur rug, rubbing against each other in pleasure. The warm light of the fire cascading over their bodies as they rolled on the carpet. "For you to become this vulnerable from just my touch; it's intoxicating. To have the one who destroyed the Kuroinu, my castle, and my army, to have him now at the mercy of his Queen… It's indescribable."
Archer felt compelled not to let her keep being so arrogant, and went on the assault; his hands explored her body, grabbing her waist, her back, her ass, and her breasts. No part wasn't touched as he continued to feel her smooth, warm skin, and as they tumbled on the floor, he could feel her silky, long black hair tangling around him. Moving to her chest, he toyed with them, pinching her nipples, biting them, and pulling on them just enough to make her shudder and squeal. And each touch he made, made her moan even more and grip him harder, one hand grabbing her ass, as the other pulled his head in closer, tugging on his hair.
Yet that was not all as she wasn't idle, continuing her campaign to dominate him. Soon after her hands roamed his body's every corner, tracing his muscles and memorizing the landscape of his form. Her nails raked lightly down his back, sending shivers through him. The fire painted them in shades of amber and shadow, their bodies a study in contrasts, his lean, sturdy frame against her softer, fuller curves.
He could feel the heat building between her legs, a molten core that mirrored the fire in the hearth. His erection, now fully recovered and aching with need, pressed insistently against her. The barrier was still infuriatingly there. It was like trying to walk through a wall of solid air that, without using an anti-magecraft item to destroy it, would be impossible to breach. Each failed attempt to enter her only heightened the friction, the slick slide of her folds against the sensitive underside of his shaft.
"Olga," he muttered against her skin, while she kept nipping at his shoulder. "This is… maddening."
"T-That's the point," she gasped, her hips bucking against him. "I need you to want me. I want you to be desperate for me." She arched her back, pressing her breasts more firmly against his chest, the hardened nipples a delicious point of pressure against his skin. "Don't you want to be inside me? Don't you want to feel me around you, squeezing you, milking you dry?"
Her words were a potent drug, pushing him closer to the brink, his body demanding to take this beautiful dark elf, yet he held back, not wanting to play completely into her hand. He could feel the tell-tale tingle at the base of his spine, the coiling tension in his groin. He was going to cum again, just from this frustrating, exquisite torture.
With a final, desperate surge of effort, he thrust against her, not trying to penetrate, but simply seeking maximum friction. He ground himself against her slick heat, the head of his cock rubbing her clit in a frantic pace.
And it was working. The second his cockhead started grinding on her clit in just the right way, Olga let out a shrill, wild scream, her legs shaking as she lost her mind on the spot, moaning and gritting her teeth closed to stop herself from letting out any sounds of her enjoyment. Her nails dug into his back, raking down hard enough to leave red lines. Her hips bucked along with his, chasing every last drop of friction, every single ounce of pleasure she could wring from his desperate, throbbing cock. Her juices were now pouring out, soaking his shaft and making a mess, the room filled with the sloppy, obscene sound of his cock sliding over and over against her soaked folds with the added effect of his balls smacking her ass.
"Archer!" she cried out, her body tensing, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Yes! Just like that. JUST LIKE THAT!"
He felt her spasm around him, her legs wrapping around his hips tightly. Unable to hold back the effects of his own ministrations on her, her body, for the first time in a long time, came. Her orgasm ripped through her as she clung to him, her cries echoing in the quiet room. The sight of her coming undone, the feel of her wet heat wrapped around him, was the final push he needed.
With a guttural groan, he came as well, synching with her last spasms, his seed pulsing out in hot, long, thick ropes, coating her stomach, her breasts, her thighs, and some of it even got in her long black hair making it stick in places. It painted her skin, a pearly sheen that made her look like some goddess of fertility and lust.
He collapsed against her, his body spent, his mind a blissful blank. For a long moment, they lay there, just breathing, the only sounds were now the crackling of the fire, their panting, and the pounding of their own hearts.
When he finally found the strength to lift his head, he looked at her. She was a mess, her body covered in his cum, her hair a tangled halo around her head, her lips swollen and bruised from their kisses. She was, he thought, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
She met his gaze as well, a slow frown forming across her face, flushed and proud. "I-I win…" she whispered, her voice still husky and throaty, and her mind now a mess from her mix of pleasure, sanity, and a whirlpool of other emotions. Yet she still did not sound satisfied with the current outcome; Just Archer looking at her in this state had already reignited his desire and returned himself to full mast. For her, the fact that his cock remained standing and also that he did not beg for anything showed that his will was also still standing. In other words, in her eyes, he had narrowly escaped submitting to her, which frustrated her and the feeling of domination she was relishing now felt lukewarm.
She could feel it; she had been so close, just a step further, and he would have been in the palm of her hand. She attempted to move as she once did, but found her body moving slightly sluggish from exhaustion. "N-No… I can still do it. L-Let's go again."
Archer, who had been able to recover thanks to the brief period of Olga's exhaustion, was able to momentarily clear his mind from Olga's seduction. Yet seeing her struggle as she moved her seductive body for one more round drove him to be the one to initiate this time. "That was incredible, still it will take more than that to make me pledge myself to you," teased the man, hand squeezing her soft, supple ass to elicit another short yelp, while another grabbed one of her breasts. "You still have a ways to go."
In the end, Olga's inexperience had been the reason for her loss of the upper hand, and the advantage now belonged to Archer.
"Why you…!"
However, Olga refused to let it end like this. In reality, the truth was that Olga really was one step further from making Archer submit to her sexually, a fact that did not escape the man.
The former Dark Queen fumed, her pride not letting her let things end like this. She thought to herself how she could push him to the end, even in her exhausted state.
In truth, she herself wasn't fully aware of what she was doing, all she knew was she didn't want this to end just yet, had she not been immersed in this and taken a step back, she never would have considered this.
"Damn it! just one more step… one more step. I'll have to risk it."
Her hands traveled right below her navel, touching the mark as a faint light slowly starting to emit from it. Looking at her action, he could feel the magical energy she was emitting and the effect it was having on the seal. In that moment, it really dawned on him that she was being serious.
"Is this truly about giving me a reward, Olga?" He asked, seeing her hazy eyes grow more clouded with lust as the Dark Elf bit into her lips, while his dick pressed against her entrance, pushing against it as the prior invisible force slowly grew quite weaker.
"I… I don't know." She whispered, admitting to herself that even she didn't fully understand what she was doing. Already, parts of the mark started to fade right before his eyes as she went on with it. "Perhaps I really am just being too selfish, or maybe this is all the influence of the alcohol." That last part he knew had to be a lie.
"Olga, I feel like you've already done more than enough for me to feel like I've been rewarded. This was an unforgettable experience. You definitely had me under your spell… so please, if it's about your pride then…"
"No… it's not just that… I…"
Archer felt ramrock still as Olga tried to force words that even she didn't fully understand out. He could feel her shaking like a leaf in his arms…"
"If it's you… then…"
BAM!
The sound of something crashing and breaking startled both of them out of their moment, as in the corner of their eyes, they both looked at a door to spot Mistiora standing in the middle of it, frozen in place just like them. Her eyes widened with pure disbelief as she stared at him on top of her naked sister, completely covered in his white hot load. Archer from the corner of his eye found the prior look of lust in Olga's eyes had vanished entirely and was now replaced with what could only be described as terror and pure nervousness.
Nothing but silence stretched on between the three; until a string of words finally came out of Mistiora's mouth.
"Y-You… You're erasing the mark, O-Olga? For him?"
The entire atmosphere from earlier had completely collapsed.
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(Lime end)
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Part 2 is chapter 79.2 cause of webnovel word limit.
The next 5 chapters of Snafu, and my other Fate fics (Fate Coiling Sword with 3 chapters, A Fake Familiar Reborn with 3 chapters, Steel Eyed Faker soon to be 3 chapters, Hound having 3 and To love a sword having 4 chapters) are already available on my P@treon. With 4 more Broly chapters at /NimtheWriter. Also, I post commissioned arts on each story, already posted a few on an Archer's Promise, Broly and Snafu.