Master Of Time

S.e.x to the dark elves – the elves as a whole actually – is basically sticking it in and letting it out. There is absolutely no p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e or anything of the sort. It is purely responsibility.

What a waste of their natural beauty and youthful body.

They might as well practice s.e.x.u.a.l abstinence like those Jedi back on prime Earth.

Eh? I mean Buddhist monks. I get those two mixed up sometimes.

Damn you George Lucas! Damn you!

Oh wait, I do own Star Wars this time around, so I will fix that very little problem in the prequels trilogy when the time finally comes.

Someone needs to stand up to George Lucas and tells him when he is clearly in the wrong. If someone has done that back in the original timeline, the prequel trilogy would have been a masterpiece like the original trilogy.

Of course, I will have George Lucas himself directs the prequels. Star Wars is his baby, after all.

Plus, I am his fan, so I prefer not to do anything to hurt him physically or emotionally. At least his vision for what Star Wars should be is way better than all feminist craps from Disney. I did make sure to leave him the merchandising right, so he isn't eating scraps off the street.

I did not need more money than I already have. Although, I didn't leave George Lucas the sequels right – for obvious reason. I can't have him f.u.c.k up Star Wars the third time, including the original timeline.

Honestly, what part of being an all-powerful Emperor of a Galactic Empire did not tell you that I am a huge Star Wars fan? I also can shoot lightning out of my hands and electrocute people I don't like.

Telekinesis should be within my grasps in the next few years or so. I can wait that long.

So many things to do, so little time – how ironic.

Anyway, I grip her s.e.xy waist tightly with both hands, forcing her to bounce on my steel pole, impaling herself again and again while she screams at the top of her lungs.

From her insane tightness wrapping around and stroking my meat shaft, Eliana hasn't used her p.u.s.s.y for a very long time. And she definitely hasn't been f.u.c.k.e.d this brutally before.

"Master! Master! Uh! Master! Please! Ugh! Slow! Ugh! Slow! Down! Master!"

Eliana screams, pleading me to slow down, but I did not relent. Why should I?

Seriously, who is the Master in our relationship?

Nope. I f.u.c.k Eliana even harder and even faster with all the intent of making sure her c.u.n.t remembers my c.o.c.k and my c.o.c.k alone – as it should be. She is mine like anyone I have my eyes on.

And as expected, painful cries soon turn into e.r.o.t.i.c m.o.a.ns and gasps. Pains has become p.l.e.a.s.u.r.es.

Her legs begin to work, stepping against the couch and helping her to bounce on my c.o.c.k, inviting me deeper and deeper into her steamy and fertile w.o.m.b.

Eliana is back to her prime, so she can definitely bear my children, assuming our biology is compatible to some extents. Not really an assumption since there are half-elves running around thanks to all the raping done by the humans.

Unfortunately, I am not interested in giving Antigone any siblings. At least, not yet.

Without me giving her any suggestion, Eliana wraps her hands and arms around my neck, drawling me into her for a deep and passionate kiss.

I am happy to oblige while feeling those heavy globes press against my b.a.r.e c.h.e.s.t. I will enjoy those succulent b.r.e.a.s.ts of her in all their glory. They are mine, after all.

Eliana slows her impalement onto my c.o.c.k when our lips are locked and our tongues dance.

Instead, Eliana grinds her h.i.p.s against mine, letting my c.o.c.k feels every inch of her hot p.u.s.s.y. It is quite nice, for a little while. But I prefer to be more active.

Once our lips are parted, my hands wrap themselves around her firm a.s.s, supporting her entire frame as I get off my seat.

Eliana is unsure of what I am doing exactly, but her hands instinctively tighten themselves around my neck, preventing herself from falling backwards when I stand up.

"This is what s.e.x should feel like, Eliana. Remember it!"

Without letting her response, I proceed to pound her c.u.n.t violently and brutally in my new standing position, piercing her inside and pushing the c.o.c.khead knocking against the gate into her w.o.m.b.

Her eyes roll up at the reckless assault, which sends overwhelming o.r.g.a.s.mic p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e throughout her body and mind. Within a handful of seconds, her p.u.s.s.y spasms, spraying out warm liquids mixed with her love juices.

Despite the nerve-wrecking o.r.g.a.s.m, my c.o.c.k continues to plunge in and out of her snatch, spreading her tight passage repeatedly, bringing her to a new climatic height.

Her body shudders while her arms tighten around my neck, beseeching me to pound her harder and harder. My c.o.c.k slams into her soaking c.u.n.t all the way to the hilt with each powerful thrust.

And before I nut inside her, I drop her onto the only bed within the room and then hammer her well-abused p.u.s.s.y from above, using my entire weight to plunge my length deep inside of her.

Her legs spread wide, allowing me deeper and deeper entry.

"Master! Uh! Ah! Please harder! Harder! Teach me!"

Eliana urges as my balls contracts and tightens. And with one of her legs hooked over my shoulder, I sink myself into her, pressing our h.i.p.s together.

As if her soaking c.u.n.t knows what is coming, it grips tightly onto my c.o.c.k, s.u.c.k.i.n.g onto the mushroom tip like it is trying to milk me.

"F.u.c.k! Argh F.u.c.k! Take it!"

I roar as I explode inside her c.u.n.t, filling her w.o.m.b to the brim. I continue to curse and use her p.u.s.s.y to stroke out my seeds, ignoring her l.u.s.tful screams and yells. Sticky batters gush out of her p.u.s.s.y lips with each hard pound until I emptied my balls deep inside her.

However, I wasn't done. I didn't reverse time. Instead, I drink one of the stamina potions on the table, letting the liquid invigorate my body.

It works incredibly fast. I will have Mystic division examine the potion for replication. If successful, the stamina potion will be one of the best things to be sold on the open market.

F.u.c.k Viagra! This is way better!

And before Eliana could recover from the c.u.m overdose, I pull out of her, spraying some c.u.m over the sheet in the process.

I flip her over and slap her b.a.r.e bottom before ramming my c.o.c.k inside her c.u.n.t unceremoniously.

"M-master!"

Eliana utters in shock and surprise as I use her long blond hair like a rein, pulling her body arching back while I pound her c.u.n.t from behind. Her a.s.s ripples with each thrust, meeting my h.i.p.s. She begins to move on her own, making sure I bottom out inside her each time.

"Who are you, an elder of the elves or just my bitch? Answer me?"

"I'm… I'm… your bitch, Master. Please use me."

Eliana utters. She is no longer an elder. She is just a woman in heat.

"Damn straight."

I response and thrust feverishly. The stamina potion might have work too well. I feel I am full of energy, and honestly, I could run for hours on end and not even break a sweat.

My balls begin to swell once more, but I did not want to c.u.m in her c.u.n.t this time. It is still overflow with my seeds. Thus, I pull out and aim the c.o.c.khead against the entrance into her rectum.

"Wait! Master that is – ! Ah! Ah! Mas! Ahhhhhhh!"

Eliana has no right to refuse me. With my hands gripping both side of her bottom, I spear her a.s.s with my c.o.c.k. It is incredibly tight – much tighter than her c.u.n.t. I didn't last long at all – about a minute or so.

"I'm going to c.u.m, Eliana."

I whisper to the woman, who face presses against the bedding. Her a.s.s is pointing in the air while my c.o.c.k plunges in and out. When I finally reaches my climax, I pull out and nest it between her a.s.s cheeks and let the flood gate open.

Holy shit, I c.u.m like buckets!

Even so, my c.o.c.k remains super hard. Hell, I think I could go again and again and again – maybe several dozen rounds.

What the hell is that potion? It isn't just a normal stamina potion.

"Master… did you take a Greater Stamina potion?"

Eliana questions while her body spasms. She struggles to pull herself up from the bed and looks at me. And when she did, her body is coated in c.u.m. It is quite hot.

"Ah. I might have."

I sweat-drops. The stamina potions on the table all kind of look the same, honestly. There are also no labels on them, and since a mage could tell from their magical aura, there is no need for labels.

"Teach me more about your world magic, Eliana."

I request as my d.i.c.k sandwiched between her b.r.e.a.s.ts. I hump her soft valley as I straddle her. Every time my d.i.c.k emerges to the other side, Eliana would lick the mushroom tip.

"Yes, Master."

Eliana responses when the d.i.c.k retreats back into the valley. Her hands press both side of her b.r.e.a.s.ts, making the passage tightest as possible. She never expects this is also s.e.x.

I lean forwards and proceed to f.u.c.k her voluptuous t.i.t.s fast and hard. I support my upper weight with both of my hands, one of each side of her head.

My erection won't go down no matter what I did, at least until the stamina potion wears off.

This might take a while – not that I really mind. There are so many positions to try.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

Eliana did. Her starling green eyes constantly looking at the soft valley between her b.r.e.a.s.ts, where my c.o.c.k emerges and retreats. Before long, a thick rope of c.u.m lands onto her tongue and over her face and hair. Several more ropes blast her chin, giving her a nice pearly necklace.

Once the eruption dies down, I crawl forwards and slide my erection into her mouth, letting her clean it while deepthroating her.

I have another load coming up, very soon.

Ah!