The Female Knights’ Fate
Walking down a stone corridor, Fiana’s chest sprung up and down.
Unlike her resplendent face, the way she walked as a mere knight was overly plain.
The corridor had no paintings, expensive furniture or the like to decorate it, instead having naught but cold, plain stones. Even so, Fiana’s steps were light.
Walking at a speed that could possibly be considered a brisk pace, her rich breasts and buttocks shook under her clothes. It was only a slight shaking, but even despite them both being covered by her undergarments, it was impossible to conceal her abundant charm that could only end up making itself known to those in her surroundings.
The temptation wafting from her stirred up feelings of jealousy and envy from her fellow female colleagues and evil desires from her male colleagues.
Fiana’s charm was amplified by her current undulations.
Walking faster than usual, a thin sheen of sweat moistened her white clothing, allowing the outline of her underwear along with a trace of her skin color to be seen from the outside.
Strangely, Fiana held no doubts about her current attire.
Although she would usually wear her thick knight outfit, she was currently only wearing some rather thin clothing under her armor.
She truly was meant to formally wear thick clothing under her armor, but had decided to wear a thin outfit because it was getting about time for it to be stuffy inside her armor.
It was also similar for her underwear. She was wearing ones meant for a woman, not for a knight, and paid attention to both what it did and what it looked like. If forced to say one way or another, she’d been somewhat restrained in her choices until recently. This was Fiana having a slight enjoyment for herself.
As a knight, she’d trained her skill with a sword and diligently studied magical techniques so that should could protect the king and the nation’s people.
—There was some amount of personal enjoyment from this as well, however. She was a famous woman lauded by the populous to be a flawless knight, after all.
Walking down the corridor, Fiana saw a man’s face pop out from around a bend in the path ahead of her.
Seeing his face, Fiana’s expression visibly loosened.
However, she immediately stopped walking and cleared her throat once she noticed her own change. Closing her eyes to reign in her emotions, she shoved everything out from her mind for a few moments.
Yet even with all her efforts, it all came to nothing with his few words.
The heart hidden behind her rich breasts leapt, a slight crimson tint appearing on her cheeks. When she opened her eyes, her usually dignified eyes had clouded somewhat just by his voice alone.
The voice’s owner stepped over to Fiana’s side.
As a woman, Fiana was short enough to have to gaze up at him. Up at his blonde hair that looked as precious as any jewel and at his chiseled body… and at the proof that he was of the same race as her, his tapered ears. His expression as he looked at Fiana was gentle, as it had always been.
Stared at by him, Fiana felt a pain in her chest.
Although she had the willpower of a woman that had grown into adulthood, the long-lived elves were far removed from the concept of change.
She’d harbored her feelings for a rather long time and her body had already grown up by the time she’d realized those feelings.
As an elf, Fiana’s body in particular had become increasingly sensual. By hearing his voice alone, her heart throbbed, her chest ached, and her face blushed.
She was both a mature woman and an innocent young girl. Being both, even while her body slowly heated up, Fiana merely smiled slightly, perfectly mirroring the man’s smile.
“Did something happen—, —?”
Her voice got caught in her throat when she tried to say her crush’s name.
Even though she definitely remembered it, it wouldn’t come out.
He was the first man who Fiana had associated herself with. With his ears tapered into a point in the same way as Fiana’s, it was obvious that he was an elf at a glance.
Born in the same forest, they had grown up and been together since the moment they were aware of the world around them as children.
While Fiana had talent in the sword and magic, he had talent in archery and magic.
They were together the whole time. While playing, bathing, sleeping, even while eating.
Fiana and him had grown up by the time they had separated. They trained to fight rather than playing, bathed separately due to being embarrassed by their adult bodies, slept separately due to being unable to bear their nervousness, and ate separately due to being busy.
Wanting for them to as close together as possible, she was satisfied just by hearing his voice. However, as his voice was becoming not enough for her, by the time she’d come to work in the Royal Castle as an elf knight, Fiana would occasionally comfort herself.
Although it was something natural, for Fiana, it was increasingly embarrassing.
Now when she heard his voice after hoping for and dreaming of being ravished by him, the girl’s cheeks would dye red.
Wondering why Fiana’s seemed so off, he drew his face close to hers.
His well-structured face was somewhat hazy in her eyes, she couldn’t see him too well.
A short sigh escaped her lips.
It was a hot, shallow sigh, much like one that would come out during the times she’d comfort herself. Nervous that he might realize the significance behind her sigh, her body froze.
Seeing her relative lack of a reaction, he reached out his hand and placed his cool palm against Fiana’s forehead, followed by her cheeks and ears.
This time, a small sound made its way out along with her sigh.
Her cherry red cheeks’ color deepened as she once again closed her eyes, this time out of embarrassment so that she could escape his gaze.
Now that she’d lost her sense of sight, her other four senses all intensified, causing her to feel her own reactions all the more clearly.
Was that thing she felt on his fingers sweat?
Could it be that he was also nervous?
Thinking that, Fiana couldn’t endure it. Her heartbeat was so violent now that she feared he might hear it.
Her ears throbbed.
While her ears’ visible areas were handled with such a gentleness that it was a question as to whether he was even truly touching her, the areas concealed away from the eyes within were probed by his slender pinkies.
Elves’ ears were sensitive. They could feel the flow of the wind and hear the voices of spirits. As well as being an organ capable of listening to people’s voices, it was also an important organ for hunters and priests.
Their ears were the reason elves were called the hunters of the forest. Able to read small disturbances in airflow, they could take advantage of their enemies’ movements. they wouldn’t lose their way no matter how dense a forest was by listening to the voices of spirits. They could also exercise more powerful magic than normal mages.
Her ears, her pride as an elf, were being gently ravished by his fingers.
Within her ears, within what could be said to be the closest erogenous zone to her brain, she could hear a viscous, liquidy sound.
It was a very embarrassing sound, one that seemed to go so far as to even violate her brain.
The blushing on Fiana’s cheeks deepening, she smiled shyly.
However, tightly closed lips parted slightly, not just letting out breaths, but heated, excited sighs. Although she felt ashamed by that, she couldn’t do anything about it as it was a physiological reaction.
Feeling a pleasurable sensation much different to the times she’d consoled herself, she gave her body to it.
Power leaving her body, she was at his mercy.
His face was in front of her when she opened her eyes. She couldn’t see him clearly, though, as his face appeared hazy.
Even so, she was alright with all of that. She would be able to be at his side as he ravished her ears.
When she opened her lips the rest of the way, desiring him, her white teeth and red tongue peeped out. They were shining, wettened by her own saliva.
Did she herself even realize just how obscene she appeared? Panting, she appeared to be willingly teasing out a kiss from him, her tongue stuck out, desiring sexual stimulation.
As Fiana wished, his lips touched hers. At the same time, their tongues tangled with each others’.