Chapter 385 – The Emerald Leash (18+)
The moment the door closed and Ciel's time magic sealed the room into the 1:1000 flow, the world outside fell away.
Only the sound of the latch and the faint jingling of the silver chain remained.
Vira didn't waste a single breath. She led him to the center of the room, golden eyes shining, then turned to face him.
"Clothes," she said simply.
Alex met her gaze, calm as ever, and obeyed. Piece by piece, he undid the buttons, loosened the cloth, and set each layer aside in silence.
He understood her tone — there was no hesitation, no teasing. This was Vira, the proud princess of Alfheim, demanding his attention without compromise.
When the last garment slipped from his shoulders, she tugged lightly on the leash, satisfied.
"You're being a good boy," she murmured. "Don't stop."
She released the leash, walked to the bed, and sat down gracefully. Her emerald hair fell over her shoulders like a living cascade, the anklets around her ankles ringing softly as she crossed one leg over the other.
Her gaze locked on him.
"Come here," she said, and raised one delicate foot.
"Lick."
Alex didn't need to ask why. He knew her habits well — the stubborn pride that demanded proof of devotion, the way she wanted him to kneel not because she doubted him, but because surrendering to her like this eased her heart.
Without a word, he lowered himself to his knees in front of her, his hands steady as they closed around her ankle.
His lips brushed the top of her foot, slow, deliberate.
Vira exhaled, a faint, sharp sound. Her toes curled slightly.
"Good," she whispered. "You remember."
The chain rested across his back, and with each slow movement, her grip on it loosened.
This was Vira's way.
To see him — the one who had defeated gods — kneel at her feet not out of weakness, but because he chose to.
And Alex, knowing this truth better than anyone, followed without resistance.
Her emerald gaze never left him as she shifted on the bed, leaning back on her hands, her posture regal even now.
With a slight motion of her ankle, she guided his lips upward.
"Don't stop at my feet," she said softly, but there was an edge to her voice.
"Keep going… all the way. Slowly. Show me that you remember exactly where I want you."
Alex obeyed without hesitation.
His lips trailed higher, along the smooth line of her calf, then her thigh, the faintest scent of leaves and sunlight clinging to her skin. Each kiss was slow and unbroken, deliberate as he followed the silent path she set with her gaze.
"Good," she whispered, her voice growing lower.
"Don't rush. You will do this the way I tell you."
By the time his lips reached the top of her thighs, her breathing had changed, controlled but deeper, her golden eyes glowing faintly with mana.
Vira placed her hand in his dark hair, guiding him the last inch forward.
"Now," she said, her tone leaving no room for disobedience,
"lick. Lick my sacred place, and you will not stop until I say."
Her voice softened, but there was steel in it.
"You still remember what I told you, don't you?"
Alex met her gaze from where he knelt, and he nodded once.
"The body of a High Elf," she said slowly, "especially one of royal blood, is pure. Even what others would call unclean is sweet. It is a blessing, not filth. And you…"
Her hand tightened lightly in his hair.
"You will drink everything I give you."
Without hesitation, Alex bowed his head, his lips parting against her as his tongue obeyed her command.
The taste of her was delicate, like spring water touched with nectar. His movements were slow, careful, tracing every contour with deliberate attention, as if committing it to memory anew.
Vira leaned back slightly, her free hand gripping the sheet beneath her.
"That's right," she whispered, a faint tremor running through her voice. "You still remember… exactly how I like it."
Minutes passed, then hours, as Ciel's time magic stretched the world outside into nothing.
Vira made no move to let him stop, ordering him with a low voice each time he slowed, making him continue for as long as she pleased.
And when she finally let herself go, she pressed him firmly against her with both hands, her voice breaking into a breathless command:
"Drink it. All of it. Don't waste a single drop."
Alex obeyed, taking everything she gave him, without hesitation, without resistance.
Only when she felt satisfied did she release her grip, letting him breathe again.
Her hand lingered in his hair as she looked down at him, eyes glowing faintly.
"You are mine," she said softly. "Don't forget that."
Her fingers tightened gently in his hair, holding him exactly where she wanted him.
"Don't pull away," Vira whispered, her voice low and commanding.
A faint shiver ran through her body as a warm flow began, and clear liquid spilled against his waiting lips. Alex did not hesitate — not a drop escaped him. He drank exactly as she ordered, every swallow smooth and steady, his black eyes calm and unwavering as he looked up at her.
The taste was faintly sweet, touched with the strange purity only a royal High Elf carried. Vira's breath came faster as she watched him, emerald hair spilling over her shoulders like a veil, her cheeks tinted faintly with heat.
"Good boy," she murmured, stroking the back of his head slowly as the last of it left her. "You remember… perfectly."
When the stream ceased, she held him there a little longer, making sure he had swallowed every drop, before guiding him gently upward by the leash in her hand. Her thumb brushed along his cheek, a small smile curving her lips — pride and satisfaction mingling in her expression.
"You follow well," she said softly, her voice still edged with that queenly command. "That's what I wanted to see from you."
Vira didn't let go of the leash.
She sat back, one leg elegantly crossed over the other, and let the chain run between her fingers in slow, deliberate motions, the links whispering against each other.
"Not yet," she said, her voice steady, perfectly calm despite the faint blush in her cheeks. "You think this will end quickly? No. You will wait. You will serve."
Her hand gestured lightly toward the floor.
"Kneel."
Alex obeyed without a word, settling onto his knees before her. His posture was perfect: straight back, hands resting on his thighs, eyes locked on hers.
"That's how I want you," Vira murmured, and for a long time, she made him stay there. Every so often, she would reach out with one foot, tapping his chest or his chin, commanding him with the smallest gestures.
Time in the sealed room began to flow — an hour outside becoming weeks within, then months.
Whenever she spoke, it was to direct him: to lick the arch of her foot, to kiss up the length of her leg, to trace the curve of her thigh with his lips over and over, slow and unhurried. Each act of devotion was met with the same simple words:
"Good boy."
She never rushed. She wanted to see how long he would wait — how long he would follow without asking for more.
In that timeless room, a full year passed before she even allowed him to touch her with his hands.
The second year was no different.
Vira's commands grew more exacting.
She would have him massage her legs for hours, kiss every inch of her skin, drink from her when she willed it, and remain at her feet while she lay back with her eyes closed, listening to the slow, steady rhythm of his breath.
"You are learning patience," she whispered once, when his lips brushed her knee after months of unbroken obedience. "Good. I like you this way."
The second year turned to the third.
Even Ciel's 1:1000 time flow did nothing to dull the intensity of the room.
Vira kept him beneath her, closer and closer each day but never allowing him the final step. It wasn't punishment. It was control — the control of someone who wanted to see him choose her, every second, without end.
And Alex chose. Again and again. Without a trace of complaint.
It was only at the beginning of the fourth year inside that sealed world that she finally, finally tilted his face up with one slender hand.
Her eyes gleamed like polished emeralds as she looked down at him.
"You've waited long enough," she said softly. "Now… we begin."
Her hand tugged on the leash, and the chain tightened.
"Don't hold back."
And for the first time in years of this accelerated time, she let him rise.
For the first time in years of the accelerated flow, Vira leaned back on the bed, one hand holding the leash tight, pulling him toward her.
"You've done well," she said, her voice low, threaded with pride and heat.
"This is your reward. Now… have me."
Alex moved as she ordered. He rose from his knees and positioned himself over her, entering her slowly, carefully, while she kept her eyes locked on his. The silver chain between them never slackened; it was a reminder of who controlled the pace.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, but every movement of his hips came at her command.
"Move," she whispered, and he obeyed.
"Faster," she said, and he obeyed.
The years of patience had honed his focus razor-sharp. Even in the heat of it, even as her breath came in faster waves, he never once lost control.
And when the pressure built inside him, he felt her pull the leash hard.
"Stop," she said, voice firm.
Instantly, he halted. Muscles tight, breath steady, he froze just as she had commanded.
"Pull back."
He withdrew from her, the chain tightening as she guided him away. She took a slow, deep breath, her golden eyes gleaming.
"Again," she whispered.
He entered her once more, the rhythm starting again, but as the edge neared, the leash snapped taut.
"Stop. Take it out."
He obeyed without question.
A slow smile curved her lips.
"I'm hungry," she murmured, sitting up, still holding the leash. "You know what I want."
She guided him until he stood over her at the edge of the bed, the chain still in her grasp, his body tense with restrained need.
"Feed me," she ordered softly, tilting her head back. Her lips parted, her golden eyes never leaving his face.
"Now. Come for me."
This time, there was no holding back. His body obeyed her command, the release shuddering through him as she took everything he gave, swallowing every last drop without flinching, without looking away.
When it was done, she licked her lips slowly, a faint blush rising in her cheeks.
"Good boy," she whispered, tugging gently on the leash so that he would kneel in front of her once more.
Vira tugged gently on the leash, guiding him back between her legs, the chain still tight between her fingers.
Her breath was calm again, but her eyes — glowing like emerald fire — left no doubt who ruled this room.
"Back inside," she ordered, voice smooth and soft.
Alex obeyed without hesitation, sliding back into her warmth.
"Now move," she whispered, leaning back with one hand braced against the bed while the other never loosened her grip on the leash.
Every thrust he made was measured, exact, shaped by her commands.
"Deeper.
Slower.
Stop.
Start again."
The silver links jingled with each shift, a delicate sound that marked the rhythm as clearly as her voice. He never once moved without her instruction, his focus entirely on her words, on the exact pressure of her hand on the chain.
When she wanted him to stop, he stopped.
When she wanted him to pull out, he did.
And when she wanted him back in, he followed without hesitation.
The hours in that sealed room stretched into months, then years.
Sometimes she let him go to the edge and ordered him to stop. Sometimes she made him withdraw completely and simply kneel while she sat astride him, making him hold still as she moved at her own pace, drawing out his restraint again and again.
Through all of it, she never once released the leash.
"You belong to me in here," she whispered against his ear after the second year.
"No one else. No other woman. Just me. Understand?"
"Yes," he murmured.
And she smiled — a proud, dangerous smile.
By the fifth year inside that room, his discipline had become absolute. She could feel the tremor in his muscles when she made him stop on the edge of climax, but he obeyed every command without faltering.
In return, she gave him everything, holding him close while still maintaining that iron grip on the chain. Her control was unbroken, but so was the intensity of her devotion.
It was only after years had passed in that sealed time that Vira finally loosened her hold just enough to whisper, low and steady:
"Now… don't stop. Don't hold back. This time, you come with me."
And for the first time since the leash had been fastened around his neck, she allowed them to finish together, emerald and black eyes locked as the tension they had held for years finally snapped.
When it was done, she still didn't remove the collar. She only pulled him down beside her, the leash wrapped around her wrist, and let her head rest on his chest.
"You did well," she said softly. "Better than I expected."
Her voice was calm, but there was a deep satisfaction in it — the sound of someone who had taken all the time she wanted, and gotten exactly what she demanded.
Vira's fingers ran slowly through his hair, her touch gentle now, completely different from the commanding grip she had used throughout their years in the time-dilated room.
"You've been a good boy," she murmured, her golden eyes warm but still carrying that same regal strength.
"You've earned another reward."
She shifted slightly, sitting up against the headboard, and guided his head downward with both hands until his lips brushed against her chest.
"Drink," she ordered softly.
Alex obeyed. His lips closed over her nipple, and the first taste of her milk filled his mouth — sweet and faintly floral, like dew in a deep green forest. Her hand rested on the back of his head, stroking his hair as he drank.
"Good… good boy," she whispered, watching him intently.
After a long moment, she tilted her head and asked in a low voice, "Tell me, which is better… my milk, or Mira's?"
He answered without hesitation, his voice muffled against her skin.
"Yours."
Her lips curved into a slow, seductive smile.
"Mm. Good baby," she said, her tone teasing but pleased. "That's what I like to hear."
She pulled his head closer, pressing him against her chest so that he could drink as much as he wanted.
The milk flowed steadily, and she did not let him go. Hours passed. Days. Time meant nothing here.
Whenever he slowed, she whispered:
"Don't stop until I tell you. Drink."
For two months inside the accelerated time, this was his only focus — her hand in his hair, her milk filling him, her calm breath against his ear as she kept him there, feeding him until she was finally satisfied.
At last, she placed a hand on his shoulder, signaling him to stop.
"That's enough," she said gently. "Stay right there."
She let him go, but she didn't remove the leash. Instead, she gestured with one finger for him to stand. Her emerald gaze fixed on him, her expression one of absolute control.
"Now," she said, her tone soft but commanding, "come here."
When he stood in front of her, she reached out, taking hold of him with one hand. Her other hand held the chain lightly, keeping his posture exactly where she wanted it.
"Look at me," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "Now do exactly as I say."
"Pee."
Alex obeyed without hesitation, and she tilted her head slightly, watching with a strange, satisfied calm as the stream began. She kept her hold steady, leaning closer, opening her mouth without shame or hesitation.
"Don't spill a single drop," she murmured.
When he finished, she swallowed the last of it and exhaled, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
She licked her lips slowly, her golden eyes gleaming.
"Good boy," she whispered again, pulling gently on the leash so that he leaned close to her.
Vira's hand remained curled around him as she finished swallowing, the chain still wrapped around her other wrist.
She let her tongue trace lightly over her lips, savoring the last taste with an almost dreamy expression.
"Mmm…" She exhaled slowly, her golden eyes half-lidded. "Even this… even this is delicious."
Her thumb brushed over the sensitive skin she held, slow and deliberate.
"You don't realize, do you?" she murmured. "How addictive you are. Every part of you, every drop, every taste…"
She tilted her head back slightly, closing her eyes as if committing the flavor to memory.
"I could drink from you forever."
Opening her eyes again, she looked up at him from where she sat, her voice low, soft, but full of control.
"And now," she whispered, tugging on the leash just enough to pull him closer, "we start again. Because I'm not done with you yet."
Her fingers tightened on the chain, her other hand still wrapped firmly around him.
In that sealed room where one day outside was a thousand inside, the years stretched onward, and Vira continued her deliberate, dominant control — every action, every reward, every indulgence drawn out exactly the way she wanted.
Vira tugged on the leash again, drawing him closer until his knees pressed against the edge of the bed. Her golden eyes gleamed with a faint predatory light as she leaned forward and whispered against his ear.
"Now," she said, her tone low and commanding, "this time, you'll put it in me here."
She shifted slightly, guiding him with one hand until he was aligned exactly where she wanted — pressing against the tight ring of her backside.
"Slowly," she breathed, voice trembling just slightly even as she kept her control.
Alex obeyed without hesitation. Bit by bit, he pressed forward, entering her slowly, the tension and heat of the moment drawing a faint moan from her lips.
"Good…" she whispered, her back arching slightly. "Don't rush. Move only when I tell you."
Her voice became the rhythm, her commands the pulse.
"Stop," she said, and he froze instantly.
"Move," she murmured, and he began again, every inch under her absolute control.
The silver leash never slackened in her hand, the links ringing softly each time she tightened her grip to emphasize an order.
Pleasure colored her voice as she moaned faintly between words. "Deeper. …Stop. Hold. …Move. Slow… slower."
The cycle repeated, endless.
And when the moment came that he was on the verge of release, she felt it instantly — the subtle shift in his body, the tension in his muscles.
"Stop. Pull out," she commanded sharply.
He obeyed without a second thought, pulling free, breathing hard but still perfectly restrained.
"Back in," she ordered next, her voice softer now, teasing, and he slid back into her warmth, guided by the leash, continuing exactly as she directed.
Time had no meaning in that sealed world.
The cycle continued for hours, then days, as Vira tested every fragment of his self-control. Every time he neared his peak, she stopped him and made him start over, savoring the power she held in her hand.
"Stop. Take it out. …Back in. Move. Stop."
Her voice was the law, and Alex followed without hesitation.
Vira's moans deepened with each repetition, her composure cracking just slightly as waves of pleasure built up inside her.
And at last, after years of holding the leash, after countless cycles of control, she finally leaned back, her emerald hair spilling around her like a curtain of green light. Her voice, breathless and low, gave her final command:
"This time… don't stop. Cum with me."
The leash snapped taut one last time as their bodies moved together, and with a cry of release, she let herself go — and let him go with her.
The leash finally loosened, her grip slackening as she fell back against the bed, breath coming fast. She smiled up at him, a deep, satisfied smile, pulling him down beside her so that their foreheads touched.
"You did everything I asked," she whispered. "Perfectly."
Her fingers stroked his hair slowly, gently.
"Good boy."
After a long while lying together in the silence of that accelerated room, Vira's breathing steadied. Her golden eyes opened slowly, sharp once more, and she sat up. The silver leash still dangled from her hand.
"Stand," she ordered softly.
Alex obeyed immediately, rising from the bed without hesitation. Vira stood as well, every motion slow and deliberate, her presence filling the room.
She stepped close to him, so close that the faint fragrance of leaves and sunlight clung to her skin, and tilted his chin upward with one slender finger.
"You're not finished yet," she said, her tone calm but firm. "I want you to clean me. Every part. With your tongue. Not a trace of me is to remain unclean."
She released the leash but didn't take off the collar. Instead, she turned her back to him and stood with her legs apart slightly, her posture queenly.
"Start," she said.
Alex lowered himself without a word. He began at her ankles, his lips brushing lightly against her skin as he licked away every trace of sweat, every hint of salt. Slowly, patiently, he moved upward.
Her calves.
Her thighs.
The soft dip of her hips.
Each inch of her body was cleansed by the careful stroke of his tongue, her emerald hair falling over her shoulders as she closed her eyes and simply felt.
When he reached her front, she placed her hands on his shoulders, guiding him to her stomach, then her chest, then further. Every part of her body — every curve, every hollow — was touched by his tongue, purified until the scent of her was only skin and faint magic.
Her breathing deepened slightly as he worked, but she did not move away. She only gave quiet commands when she wanted him to slow, or when she wanted him to stay longer in a certain place.
By the time he finished, she was spotless — not just clean, but glowing faintly from the warmth of his devotion.
Vira placed one hand in his hair and looked down at him with calm satisfaction.
"Perfect," she whispered. "You've cleansed all of me. Exactly as I wanted."
She cupped his face between her hands, leaning close, her lips brushing his forehead.
"Good boy," she murmured again, softer this time. "Now I am satisfied."
Vira's hand tightened on the leash again and with a light tug, she drew him closer.
Her golden eyes gleamed as she whispered, low but commanding,
"Inside me. Again."
Alex obeyed without a word, pressing forward, entering her as smoothly as she demanded. The leash remained taut between them, and she adjusted her stance with subtle shifts of her hips so he was exactly where she wanted him.
"Move," she said softly.
And he moved.
"Stop."
And he froze instantly.
Vira smiled faintly, pleased by his unbroken obedience even now. She let her fingers run lightly along the chain as she spoke again, this time in a teasing whisper that brushed close to his ear.
"While you're inside me," she said, her voice slow and deliberate, "I'll give you a reward. You can lick a part of me while you take me. Which part… do you want?"
Alex didn't hesitate. "Your long ears."
Her lips curved upward, her pride clearly touched by his answer. "Good choice," she murmured.
She turned her head slightly, letting her emerald hair spill down over one shoulder, and tilted her long, elegant ear toward him.
"Go on," she whispered. "Lick. But don't stop moving unless I tell you."
He leaned in, his tongue tracing the delicate shape of her ear. It was soft and warm, and she shivered at the touch, a faint tremor running through her body. At the same time, his hips moved in slow rhythm, guided by her steady commands.
Every moan she released came with another order.
"Deeper… slower… now stop. Hold. Start again."
The silver leash jangled softly in her hand as she balanced control between the movements of his body and the gentle strokes of his tongue on her long ear.
Her breaths came shorter, more uneven, and she closed her eyes halfway, her lips parting just slightly as the two sensations blended — the slow, controlled thrusts and the heat of his tongue tracing every curve of her sensitive ear.
"You remember everything I like," she whispered between breaths, tilting her head further to give him better access. "Good boy… keep going…"
And all the while, the cycle continued exactly as she dictated — her dominance absolute, her satisfaction building with every moment that he obeyed both commands at once.
The rhythm she commanded went on and on, until Vira herself finally decided she had tested his patience and control enough.
Her voice, breathless but still regal, whispered close to his ear:
"This time, don't hold back. Give it to me."
Alex obeyed instantly. With one last thrust under her command, he poured everything into her, and she let out a long, satisfied sigh, clutching the leash tightly as her own pleasure trembled through her body.
For a long moment, she stayed like that, taking in every bit of his release.
Then, slowly, she pulled back, lifting her gaze to meet his, her expression shifting from softened satisfaction back into something sharper, more mischievous.
"Lie down," she ordered.
Alex obeyed, stretching out on the floor before her without hesitation.
She let the leash slip from her wrist but did not remove the collar. Instead, she stepped over him, her emerald hair cascading around her like a shimmering veil, her eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and playful cruelty.
"Look at me," she said.
When his eyes locked on hers, she reached down with both hands, spreading herself with deliberate care, and without hesitation she began to urinate, the warm stream flowing over him.
She used her fingers to control the direction, forcing it to run across his chest, down his arms, over his stomach. She leaned closer, adjusting the angle so that no part of him was left untouched.
The warm liquid ran in rivulets, coating his skin, and she watched intently as it soaked him completely.
"Every part of you," she murmured, her voice low and firm, "is mine."
She crouched slightly, using her fingers to flick the last of the stream across his shoulders, making sure it touched him everywhere.
Her golden eyes glowed faintly with satisfaction as she finished and stepped back slightly to admire the sight of him lying there, soaked in her scent.
Vira looked down at him for a long moment, admiring the sight of his body drenched in her scent. Then she bent slightly, catching the silver leash once more and giving it a small, deliberate tug.
"Now," she said softly, her voice both regal and intimate, "you'll clean me. Every drop."
She stood in front of him, lifting one leg slightly, exposing herself completely.
"Lick me. Slowly. Until I am spotless."
Alex rose on his knees and obeyed without a word, his lips pressing softly to her thighs first, then higher, his tongue tracing every contour.
She closed her eyes, a faint shiver running down her spine as he carefully cleaned every part of her, removing any trace of wetness with slow, careful strokes.
"Good," she whispered, looking down at him with half-lidded eyes. "That's it. All of it. Not a drop left."
When he finally finished, she touched his hair once, stroking it lightly, and then climbed onto the bed. She lay down with slow grace, her emerald hair spilling across the pillow like green silk.
"Now it's my turn," she said, looking up at him with a commanding gleam in her eyes.
She gestured lazily with one finger.
"Stand over me."
Alex obeyed, moving to stand beside the bed, his body casting a shadow over her.
"Do exactly as I say," Vira whispered. "Pee. All over me."
Her words were calm, but her eyes burned with anticipation.
He obeyed without question. As the warm stream began, Vira tilted her head back, letting it flow over her bare skin. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation as it ran down her chest, over her stomach, soaking her skin and her emerald hair.
Her hands moved across her own body, spreading the warmth over herself, rubbing it in with deliberate movements.
"Yes…" she whispered, her voice deepening. "More."
When the stream slowed, she sat up just slightly, looking up at him through wet strands of hair, her body dripping.
"Good boy," she said softly, her lips curving into a satisfied smile. "Now come here."
Still wet from head to toe, Vira's hand slid up the silver leash. Her fingers closed around it with authority, and she gave a slow, steady pull, guiding Alex down toward her.
"Closer," she murmured.
He leaned down, and she caught him by the chin with one hand, her wet fingertips leaving streaks across his jaw.
"I'm not finished with you yet."
She pulled him onto the bed, the soaked sheets cool beneath their bodies. Even with the wetness clinging to her skin and hair, there was no hesitation in her movements. Vira rolled onto her back, still holding the leash, and guided him between her legs again.
"This time," she whispered, her voice low and deliberate, "we start from the beginning. Slow. Exactly as I tell you."
Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in until he was pressed against her. Her lips barely brushed his ear as she gave the first command.
"Inside."
Alex obeyed, sliding into her once more. The wetness on their bodies made every movement smooth, the heat between them quickly replacing the cool of the soaked sheets.
"Now move. Slowly."
Her hands moved over his slick back, leaving trails as she dug her fingers in just enough to keep him close. She gave the rhythm, breath by breath, never releasing her control.
"Stop," she whispered.
He froze, his body trembling with restraint.
"Move again."
The wet sound of their bodies against each other filled the room as they moved, still soaked in the scent of each other, as the leash jangled softly in her hand.
"Don't look away from me," she ordered.
He didn't. His dark eyes stayed locked on hers, and for a moment there was no world outside the two of them — just Vira's dominance and his obedience, stretched out into a rhythm that ignored time itself.
Hours passed like minutes, and minutes stretched like years. Each time he neared the edge, she gave the order:
"Stop. Hold it. Wait for me."
And then she started again, over and over, controlling the pace until her satisfaction swelled once more.
Only when she felt her own control wavering, the heat rising faster than she could slow it, did she whisper at last, voice shaking but clear:
"This time… together. Don't hold back."
Vira lay still for a long while, her breathing slow as she stroked Alex's hair with absent, thoughtful fingers. The collar and leash were still in place, a quiet reminder of everything that had just passed between them.
Then, suddenly, her golden eyes opened.
A new thought lit them from within. Something she had never tried before.
Her lips curved upward, slow and dangerous.
"Alex," she said softly.
He raised his head slightly, attentive as always. "Yes?"
Her fingers slid under his chin, tilting his face up so she could look directly into his eyes.
"I'm going to give you a command I've never given anyone. Not once. Not even in my imagination."
Her voice was low, deliberate, almost a whisper, but the way her pupils narrowed revealed the sharp edge of excitement.
"This one," she continued, "is going to push me further than anything else has."
The chain in her hand tightened as she spoke the next words, clear and calm:
"I command you… to move exactly as your instincts tell you to — no control, no holding back — but only while you never take your eyes off mine. You will not stop until I say the words."
The leash rattled lightly between them as she finished the command.
It was a test and a temptation, giving him freedom but binding him with her gaze.
For a brief moment, the room was silent. Then Alex nodded.
"As you wish."
Vira lay back, her body already trembling faintly in anticipation. She had always held all the control, every motion dictated, every breath guided.
But now — just this once — she had given him the leash while never truly letting go.
The first thrust was different. Not reckless, but natural — strong, smooth, guided by instinct instead of her commands.
Her breath caught immediately, a gasp slipping from her lips before she could stop it.
"Yes," she whispered, eyes locked on his. "Don't look away… don't stop looking at me…"
Every movement after that built upon the last, the leash trembling in her hands as if she couldn't decide whether to tighten it or let it go slack. She had never allowed herself this kind of indulgence — the raw, unstoppable rhythm of someone who knew her body so well that commands were no longer necessary.
Her breath quickened. Her control — so unshakable for years — began to break.
Her fingers tightened on the leash, pulling him closer until their foreheads touched. Her moans grew louder, desperate, as she whispered between gasps:
"This… this is why I've never ordered this before… it's too much…"
And yet, she never gave the word to stop.
The instant she gave that command, something changed.
For the first time since the collar had been fastened, Alex moved without waiting for a single word. It wasn't wild or uncontrolled — it was natural, unstoppable, as if his body had finally been unchained after years of restraint.
The first hours left Vira breathless.
The first days left her unable to find her voice.
And then the days blurred into weeks, the weeks into months, as the 1:1000 room swallowed time whole.
Vira's golden eyes never left his, just as she had ordered. It was the only command still binding them: never look away. And in that endless locked gaze, her control — the control she prided herself on above all else — was undone piece by piece.
Every time he reached his peak, she expected him to hesitate, to wait for her word. But this command allowed no hesitation. He came inside her over and over, her body taking everything he gave, her voice breaking into soft, gasping sounds that grew louder as the months passed.
Her legs, once the perfect symbol of elven composure, quivered around him. Her nails dug into his shoulders, then into his back, leaving red marks that healed almost instantly under the accelerated time.
By the sixth month, she could barely form words.
By the eighth, she had forgotten how to command.
By the eleventh, she clung to him like someone lost in a storm, whispering his name instead of orders, every breath shallow, every moan louder than the last.
At the end of the first full year, the Vira who had walked into this room — proud, calculating, untouchable — was gone.
In her place was a woman lying beneath him, drenched in sweat, trembling from head to toe, her emerald hair plastered to her skin. Her eyes were glassy, unfocused, but still locked on his as if the gaze itself was the only anchor keeping her from floating away.
She had lost count of how many times he had come inside her.
Dozens? Hundreds? It didn't matter.
What mattered was that she hadn't been able to make herself stop him, not once.
When at last his body slowed and he collapsed forward, his forehead resting against hers, Vira's breath came in ragged gasps. Her lips trembled before curving into a faint, exhausted smile.
"…Alex," she whispered hoarsely, her voice shaking as she touched his cheek, "I can't… I can't even think straight anymore."
Her hand slid to the leash. Her fingers tried to tighten it but had no strength left.
"You broke me," she whispered, the words carrying no regret, only awe.
Then, with what remained of her composure, she kissed him — slow, deep, and grateful — before falling back into the bed, utterly undone.
When it was finally over, the room was silent except for their breathing.
Vira lay still for a time, emerald hair sticking to her damp skin, her chest rising and falling as she recovered from the year of relentless passion. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, she sat up. Her legs trembled slightly, but the chain was still in her hand. She looked down at Alex, her lips curling into a satisfied smile.
"Come," she said softly.
They were both still naked, their skin glistening in the quiet light of the sealed room. She didn't allow him to dress, didn't bother to cover herself. The collar remained around his neck, the leash taut in her fingers as she led him to the door.
When she slid it open, the distortion of time peeled away, and the stillness of the house returned.
Standing just outside was Ciel.
The golden-eyed girl smiled gently, a knowing calm in her expression.
"Did you have fun?" Ciel asked softly.
Vira met her gaze for a long moment, then a rare, genuine smile formed on her lips.
"Yes," she said. "I did."
And then, in front of Alex, she added words she had never spoken to anyone else:
"Thank you… big sister."
Ciel blinked once, surprised, then her expression softened further. Vira lowered her head slightly, not out of submission but out of respect.
"You're the only one I would ever call that," Vira said quietly. "You are different. I love you like an older sister. I will always be ready to share with you. But not with the others."
Ciel reached out, placing a warm hand briefly on Vira's shoulder, and nodded once.
"I understand."
Vira smiled faintly and tightened her hold on the leash.
"Then I'll return him to the rest."
She led Alex down the hall, still naked, until they reached the living room.
Inside, the rest of the house was gathered — Morgan, Airi, Hanabi, Reyne, Nefertiti, Mary, Iris, and the others — their conversations cut off instantly at the sight of them.
Vira walked in with perfect composure, as if she were fully clothed, pulling Alex gently along behind her by the leash.
Her golden eyes swept across the room.
"He's back," she said simply, her voice calm but proud, as though presenting proof of her victory.
For a moment, there was silence. Then a few of the women smiled knowingly, while others simply looked at Alex with raised brows.
In the living room, Vira walked with slow, regal steps to the sofa and gestured with a flick of her fingers.
"Sit," she ordered.
Alex obeyed, taking a seat. Without a moment of hesitation, Vira stepped forward, straddled his lap, and settled down onto him as though it were her throne. Her emerald hair spilled over her shoulders as she leaned back slightly, still holding the leash in one hand.
"Massage my breasts," she commanded softly.
His hands rose, cupping her chest, his fingers moving with the same care and precision he had shown her in the time-dilated room.
"And lick my neck," she added.
He lowered his head, his lips and tongue tracing her soft skin, while her hands rested behind his neck.
The other women in the room couldn't help but watch. Their gazes followed every movement, and though they said nothing at first, the faint flush on more than one face betrayed their emotions.
Finally, Hanabi, with her nine tails twitching behind her, crossed her arms and spoke.
"…That's not fair," she said with a pout, her red eyes narrowing slightly.
At that, Vira paused. Her golden eyes slid to the fox spirit, and slowly, she smiled.
"Stop," she ordered Alex, her voice calm but clear. Then, she pointed to Hanabi with the leash in hand.
"Go to her."
Alex rose immediately and walked toward Hanabi, stopping only when he stood before her.
"Do you want it?" Vira asked, her voice like a low hum.
Hanabi hesitated for only a second, then nodded quickly, her tails flicking.
"Yes," she said.
Vira's smile grew sharper. "Then strip."
Her gaze turned to Alex. "Take off her clothes."
He obeyed, removing Hanabi's garments one by one. Hanabi stood silently, her cheeks reddening, until she was bare before everyone. Then Vira gestured toward the open space beside the sofa.
"Now," she commanded. "Take her."
Alex lowered Hanabi down gently, positioning himself over her. At Vira's command, he entered her, moving his hips exactly as directed.
Hanabi gasped, her arms wrapping around his back, her tails curling tightly around them both. Pleasure quickly overtook her; every command Vira gave to adjust his pace drew a louder sound from her lips.
"You will not move on your own," Vira said, still seated like a queen. "You move only when I tell you."
"Yes…" Hanabi moaned, barely able to respond as the slow, controlled rhythm sent her spiraling.
Their bodies moved together under Vira's strict instruction — slow, then faster, then slow again. Each time they neared their peak, Hanabi's voice rose in anticipation, and Alex's breath grew heavy.
Finally, as both were about to climax, Vira's voice cut through the haze.
"Stop."
Instantly, Alex froze, still inside Hanabi. She whimpered softly, trembling, but obeyed Vira's will without complaint.
"Pull out," Vira ordered.
Alex withdrew. Before releasing, he held everything in his mouth, as ordered.
Vira stood, approached him, and lifted his chin with one finger.
"Now," she said softly, her voice rich with control, "put it inside me."
Alex obeyed, moving back to her. Once he was positioned inside her, she gave the last order:
"Now… let it out."
And he did. The release spilled into her, and Vira closed her eyes, savoring the moment, the corners of her lips curving upward in a deeply satisfied smile.
Vira stayed still, her body pressed close to Alex's, holding him inside her for a moment longer.
She closed her eyes and exhaled softly, savoring the very last tremor of control that coursed through her as she owned the moment completely.
Only when she was satisfied did she slowly pull back, emerald hair falling forward over her shoulders like silk.
Her gaze turned toward Hanabi.
The fox girl was still lying on the floor, breathless, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of pleasure and frustration. Her nine tails twitched restlessly, betraying emotions she couldn't hide.
"You look jealous," Vira said calmly, her voice carrying no malice, only a quiet, razor-sharp pride.
Hanabi's red eyes narrowed slightly, but she said nothing.
Vira's golden-green eyes narrowed in response. "Listen well," she said, her tone clear and unwavering. "Right now, I hold the leash. That means there is no one here — not you, not anyone — who can order me around."
She let the words sink in, then turned her gaze to sweep across the room.
Her eyes, gleaming with that mixture of gold and green, met each of the other women's gazes in turn: Morgan, Airi, Reyne, Nefertiti, Mary, and even Iris.
"And that," Vira continued softly, "goes for all of you. While this collar is in my hand, he moves only for me."
No one spoke. The silence was thick, heavy with the weight of the declaration.
Vira tugged lightly on the silver leash, guiding Alex back toward the sofa.
"Come."
He followed without hesitation. When he sat, she settled herself once again on his lap, straddling him with slow, regal poise as though claiming her throne in front of them all.
"Now," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper meant for him alone, "your hands — here."
Alex obeyed. His hands cupped her breasts, massaging them gently under her direction.
"And your mouth," she added. "On my ears."
He leaned forward, his lips brushing the edge of her long, sensitive ears, licking lightly, while her eyes closed halfway. A faint shiver ran down her back, but she did not break her composure.
When she opened her eyes again, she looked directly at the others.
The expression on her face was one of pure pride and unspoken triumph.
"This," she said softly, almost purring the words as her head tilted back slightly, "is what it means to hold the leash."
None of the other women moved. They only watched — some with faint blushes, some with smoldering envy, but none daring to interfere as Vira continued to make him touch and please her, every movement dictated by her hand.
Vira shifted slightly in Alex's lap, guiding him with a slow, deliberate motion until she was seated fully on him, taking him inside her in one smooth, controlled descent.
Her body pressed close to his, her emerald hair brushing over her bare shoulders, the silver leash glinting faintly in her hand.
She exhaled softly, satisfied, then tilted her head back just enough to look him in the eyes.
"Move," she ordered.
Alex obeyed instantly. His hips began to move beneath her, slow and steady, every motion guided by the lightest pressure of her hand on the chain.
At the same time, she caught his wrists and directed them back to her chest.
"Keep massaging," she whispered, her tone soft but edged with command.
His hands cupped her breasts, fingers working over her soft skin as she had taught him, while his lips returned to her ear, licking gently along its long, sensitive edge.
Vira closed her eyes briefly, her lips parting just slightly at the sensation, before opening them again to stare straight at the others.
The women around them couldn't look away.
Morgan's expression remained as unreadable as ever, but the way her eyes followed every motion betrayed her thoughts.
Airi's lips pressed together, a faint blush creeping into her cheeks.
Reyne crossed her arms, biting the inside of her cheek, her tail twitching.
Nefertiti's golden eyes narrowed with a flicker of envy.
Even Hanabi, still flushed from before, lay on the floor propped on her elbows, watching silently, a mix of jealousy and grudging fascination in her gaze.
Vira smiled — slow, regal, and victorious.
"Do you see?" she asked softly, her voice carrying through the room without raising it. "This is what it means when the leash is mine."
Her hips moved in a slow, rolling rhythm, riding him in front of all of them, never once breaking eye contact with the gathered women.
"Look as much as you want," she said, her voice dripping with calm pride. "You can watch. But you will not touch. Not while he is mine."
Under her control, Alex's movements never faltered. His hands continued to knead her breasts, his mouth traced every contour of her long ear, and his hips moved in time with her own — a perfect rhythm dictated by her alone.
The silver leash in her hand swayed with every rise and fall of her body, the soft jingle of its links the only sound that mingled with her breath.
And all around them, the others could only watch.
Vira's rhythm on his lap grew slower, deeper, and more deliberate. Her emerald eyes softened as she kept her gaze locked on his.
She could feel it — the tension in his muscles, the way his body trembled beneath her control.
"You want to let go, don't you?" she whispered, leaning in close so that her lips brushed against his ear.
Alex's breath caught, his hands still working over her breasts as ordered, his lips still brushing her ear. He nodded slightly.
Vira's smile curved, a mixture of pride and gentleness.
"Then… let go," she said, her voice soft but firm. "Inside me."
She pressed down on him as she gave the command, and with that final order, he released, his warmth flooding into her. She closed her eyes, a faint shiver running through her body as she felt it fill her womb, and she let out a deep, slow sigh of contentment.
For a long moment, she simply stayed there, savoring the heat and the closeness.
Then, with a calm, deliberate movement, she reached up to the collar at his neck. The silver clasp clicked softly as she removed it, letting it fall slack in her hand.
The leash and collar, symbols of her absolute control, were gone.
Vira leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him, pressing her bare chest firmly against his. Her heartbeat was quick, but steadying with each breath.
He hugged her back without a word, one hand gently stroking her back.
"I've done this to you many times," she said quietly, her voice soft, low enough that only he could hear her. "And every time… I always end up apologizing. Because even when I make you kneel, even when I hold the leash, I know you were never a pet."
Her words faltered for a moment, but she forced herself to continue.
"This time… I won't say that again. This time, I just wanted to tell you… that I won't say it anymore."
Alex, still holding her, reached up and patted her head gently.
Vira closed her eyes at the simple touch, leaning into it just a little, letting herself breathe against his shoulder, all pride and dominance softened now into something quieter, deeper.
Still holding him close, Vira tilted her head slightly so she could see his face. Her emerald eyes, usually sharp and full of pride, now carried something quieter — a vulnerability she rarely showed.
"…Alex," she said softly, "tell me again. You don't dislike me, do you? Not for all of this?"
He looked back at her without hesitation, his hand still resting gently on her head.
"I don't dislike you," he said. "I love you. I've always known this is your nature. You've never really seen me as a pet. You've always seen me as your husband."
For a moment, she stared at him, and then her lips curved into the kind of smile she almost never let anyone see. Her eyes softened, shining like clear glass in sunlight.
"I love you," she whispered, the words slipping out as if they had been waiting at the edge of her lips all this time.
"I love you too," he replied simply, and there was no doubt in his voice.
All the pride, all the cool superiority that defined her melted away in that instant.
There was no leash, no throne, no Alfheim princess.
There was only a woman who had fallen completely in love with her husband.
She pressed her forehead to his chest, closing her eyes as she whispered, "I'm glad. So glad I have a husband like you."
The other women around them — Ciel, Morgan, Hanabi, Airi, Reyne, Mary, Nefertiti, and Iris — all watched in silence. The teasing smirks, the jealousy, the competitiveness that often passed between them softened as they saw Vira like this: unguarded, unashamedly affectionate.
For a moment, even the room itself seemed quieter, the accelerated time around them forgotten as they stayed close, just the two of them, in that simple embrace.
The room was still.
Alex's hand rested gently on Vira's head as she held him tightly, pressing her forehead against his chest. Her long emerald hair spilled over his shoulders, hiding most of her face, but not the trembling smile that curved her lips.
"I'm glad," she whispered again, her voice low and steady. "So glad I have a husband like you."
"I love you too," he said softly.
All the layers of pride, of power, of royal control — everything that made Vira stand above others — had fallen away, leaving only the simple truth of her heart.
Around them, the women of the house remained quiet, watching. For a moment, there was no rivalry, no tension, only the recognition that even the proud princess of Alfheim could be stripped down to something as vulnerable as love.
From beside them, Ciel stepped forward. Her golden eyes were calm, warm, and she spoke in a soft tone that only Vira could hear.
"This side of you," Ciel said gently, "is the one I hope the others will see more often."
Vira turned her head slightly, meeting Ciel's gaze. For a heartbeat, the pride returned — but this time it was softer, not a wall.
"Perhaps," she whispered, her hand tightening around Alex's as though unwilling to let go. "For now… only you."
Ciel smiled faintly, knowing there was nothing else to say. She stepped back, leaving them in that quiet moment together.
And so, amidst the gazes of all the women, the room held a rare and precious calm: a proud elf princess no longer a queen, but simply a woman in love, and a man who accepted every part of who she was.