The thirty elite guards pitched camp in a secluded forest clearing, two days' ride from the holy elf sacred grounds. Tents rose in perfect formation, sentries posted, fires banked low. To any passer-by, it looked like a disciplined military stop.
Inside the largest tent, however, something far less disciplined was about to begin.
Jenna knelt on soft furs in the center of the spacious command tent, silver hair spilling over her shoulders. She wore only the sea-blue and silver gown I'd chosen for her—thin silk that clung to every curve and left her back almost entirely bare. The golden arm guard gleamed on her restored left arm; Wind Earrings glinted at her pointed ears; the tiny Golden Pearl nestled visibly in her navel. And beneath the silk, five Thunder Rings pierced her most sensitive places, ready at my whisper.
I dismissed the last guard with a wave. The tent flap fell shut. We were alone.
"Jenna."
She looked up instantly, heterochromatic eyes wide—emerald and sapphire catching the lantern light.
"Master?"
Her voice trembled slightly. Two hundred years old, saintess of her people, senior water mage… and still a virgin. I could smell it on her—the faint, nervous heat of untouched flesh.
I stepped closer, letting my cloak fall to the floor.
"You swore a contract. Your body, your magic, your life—all mine to protect me on this journey." I circled her slowly. "Tonight, we begin your true training."
Jenna swallowed, cheeks flushing deep rose. "I… I will do anything to save my clan, Master."
"Good girl."
I stopped behind her, fingers brushing the nape of her neck. She shivered violently.
"Stand. Remove the gown."
Hands shaking, she obeyed. Silk whispered down her flawless skin and pooled at her feet. Moonlight filtering through the tent seams painted silver across her tall, slender body—small, firm breasts tipped with pale pink nipples already ringed in gold, narrow waist, gently flared hips, endless legs. Between them, the final two Thunder Rings glinted through delicate silver curls.
Perfect.
I let her stand naked under my gaze for a long, deliberate moment. Her breathing quickened; thighs pressed together instinctively.
"Kneel."
She dropped to her knees on the furs, eyes lowered.
I unbuckled my belt slowly, letting the sound fill the silence. When I freed myself, Jenna's gaze flicked up—then widened. Even in the dim light, my arousal was unmistakable, enhanced and hardened by years of my own alchemical testing.
"Eyes on me, saintess."
She looked up, lips parted.
"This," I said, stroking once, "is what will feed the Virgin Gu in other women one day. Tonight, it claims something far more precious—your virginity."
A soft whimper escaped her throat.
I stepped forward until I stood over her.
"Open your mouth. Show me how grateful you are for your new life."
Trembling, Jenna leaned forward. Her lips brushed the tip—hesitant, reverent. Then she parted them and took me in, warm and wet and impossibly soft. I threaded fingers through her silver hair, guiding gently at first, letting her find rhythm. Soon her innocence gave way to instinct; tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing, small hands rising to steady herself against my thighs.
I let her worship for long minutes, until her breathing came in needy gasps around me and her thighs glistened with her own arousal.
"Enough."
I pulled free. A thin strand of saliva connected us for a heartbeat before breaking.
"Lie back. Legs open."
Jenna obeyed instantly, reclining on the furs, knees falling apart. Moonlight and lantern glow painted every intimate detail—rings glinting, folds slick and flushed, entrance trembling in anticipation.
I knelt between her thighs, trailing fingers up one long leg. She jerked at the touch.
"Relax, saintess. Your master is going to make this feel very, very good."
I teased her slowly—fingertips circling pierced nipples until she arched, tracing the Golden Pearl in her navel, brushing the Thunder Rings at her clit until she sobbed with need. Only when she was writhing, begging in broken whispers, did I position myself.
The head of my cock pressed against her virgin entrance. She tensed.
"Look at me."
Her mismatched eyes locked on mine—fear, trust, raw desire.
I pushed forward—slow, relentless. The resistance of her maidenhead gave way with a sharp gasp from her lips. Inch by inch I claimed her, stretching untouched walls until I was fully seated inside the saintess of the holy elves.
Jenna's back arched off the furs, a cry muffled against her own hand. Tears of pain and overwhelming pleasure streaked her temples.
I stayed buried deep, letting her adjust, feeling her pulse around me.
"Mine," I whispered against her ear. "Every inch of you. Forever."
Then I began to move.
Slow at first—long, deep strokes that dragged over every sensitive spot. Her legs wrapped around my waist instinctively. Soon pain melted into pleasure; her hips rose to meet mine, soft moans filling the tent. I increased pace, driving harder, the slap of skin on skin echoing with her rising cries.
When she neared the edge, I leaned down and breathed a single word against the Thunder Rings.
A light shock pulsed through her most sensitive nerves.
Jenna screamed—back bowing, inner walls clamping down as her first orgasm tore through her. I didn't stop, riding her through it, pushing her straight into a second, then a third, until she was mindless, babbling my title between sobs of ecstasy.
Only then did I let go, burying myself to the hilt and spilling deep inside her, marking the holy elf saintess as thoroughly claimed.
Afterward, she lay trembling in my arms, silver hair damp with sweat, body marked with my bites and grips.
I kissed her forehead.
"Welcome to your new purpose, Jenna."
She pressed closer, voice barely a whisper.
"Thank you… Master."
Outside, the camp slept on—unaware that their lord had just taken the virginity of the holy elves' most sacred daughter under the quiet forest stars.
The real training had only begun.