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Chronicles of the Mortal Sire series Introduction:
"They opened their borders for peace. He opened them for conquest."
For millennia, the elder races looked down upon humanity as short-lived savages. But magic is fading, and the immortals have grown soft in their arrogance. Under the guise of the Harmonious Exchange Initiative, the human kingdoms have sent their most robust warriors into the heart of the Elven realm.
They expected scholars. They received a Mortal Sire.
He is a predator in a world of refined prey. A man whose raw vitality and unbridled hunger are an affront to everything the immortals stand for. Starting with the high-born matrons of the council, he will prove that while diplomacy uses words, a real master rules with his legacy.
The Chronicles of the Mortal Sire is a dark fantasy series featuring:
Deep Descent into Desire: Watch as dignified, high-status females surrender their pride to an irresistible human force.
Primal Dominance: A world where human vitality and strength overwhelm ancient elven magic.
Unmatched Power Disparity: Featuring a human master whose physical stature and stamina no elven male can rival.
The Claim of the Seed: Where the heart struggles to deny what the body craves.
The exchange has begun. Who will be the next to surrender?
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The Elven Matron's Undoing: Book 1: The Forbidden Fantasy Begins (Preview)
Chapter 1:
"Ohhh… ohhh fuckkk, I'm gonna die… gonna get fucked to death by this human male big cock… I can't live without this dick anymore…"
The muffled sounds leaking through the walls of the elven household were impossible to ignore, even from several rooms away. Wet, sloppy slaps of flesh against flesh echoed alongside desperate, whiny moans that carried a filthy edge of surrender.
"Hey, this feels damn good, but you're such a pathetic slut, you can't even take a proper pounding!!"
"Whose fault is that when your cock is this fucking huge oh ohhh~~~"
The lewd symphony filled the air, thick with the sticky sounds of juices squelching on every thrust. It was easy to picture the scene: a soft, yielding female body completely pinned and hammered beneath my powerful, bronze frame.
And I was the one responsible for this daily debauchery.
Me, the human warrior-class exchange student boarding with Mrs. Elowen.
I wasn't just any student. I was part of the first batch of humans allowed into the Royal Elven Academy in centuries. While the elves were busy chanting spells and looking pretty, my race had conquered the continent with steel and blood.
I was the only male warrior selected for this program — a young, robust human male with deep, bronzed skin and a body built for battle and bedding — or rather, battles in the bedding~!
"Ugh… seriously… I knew this so-called 'Harmonious Exchange Initiative' was a mistake from the start, but I never thought he'd throw all manners out the window like this…"
Looking at the closed door of the guest room — the room where her human boarder was currently 'exchanging' more than just culture — Mrs. Elowen exhaled a long, heavy sigh of utter helplessness.
For thousands of years, the Elven Kingdom had kept its borders closed, preserving its grace and purity. But this initiative was her beloved husband Faelar's pride and joy — his crowning achievement as a rising star in the Elven Diplomatic Corps.
As Humanity rose as the new continental superpower, her husband was the one who had spent years lobbying the High Council to open the gates, preaching about 'cultural synergy' and 'the dawn of a new era.'
To set a noble example, Faelar had insisted they be the first household to host a human student. And now, while he was away in the human capital on a months-long diplomatic mission to finalize those very treaties, he had left her alone to manage his grand 'experiment.'
She massaged her temples, trying to block out the sounds.
"And of all the students they could have sent to board with me, I got him…"
"Is this a cultural thing between elves and humans, or…?"
"…I really shouldn't have told him to treat this place like his own home… and now this… eh?!"
Inside the room, a sudden urge hit me mid-fuck. The rhythmic thumping and wet slaps had barely died down when I decided I needed more protection.
I pulled out of the elf girl beneath me — a new fuck buddy I'd picked up at the Royal Elven Academy — leaving her whimpering on the bed.
Still dripping with sweat and the slick remnants of the elven classmate, I stepped naked into the hallway.
I spotted Mrs. Elowen right outside. I walked up behind her quietly and placed one large hand firmly on her shoulder, completely disregarding my naked state.
"Hey, Mrs. Elowen, you got any spare condoms left? Hand them over, yeah? I'm a safe and responsible guy, after all. Wouldn't look good if I just went and knocked up that classmate of mine. Even though I wouldn't mind having a half-elf brat~"
She jumped slightly at my touch, then spun around fast. Her eyes went wide the moment they landed on my naked body.
My broad, muscular frame towered over her, thick pecs, rippling abs, powerful arms, all etched clearly even under my bronzed skin. Sweat mixed with traces of creamy pussy juice coated me, making my muscles shine like oiled marble.
But what truly stole her breath and drew her eyes like a magnet was lower: between my thick thighs hung a massive, heavy ballsack, swollen and full, and above it, my monstrous cock, thick as a forearm, veined and menacing, still fully hard and twitching.
It radiated a sheer, imposing pressure that forced her gaze downward. The massive cock twitched gently, still coated in sticky white remnants — a testament to my recent "battle" — practically flaunting its virility, the way it pulsed with heat, radiating raw masculine power like a trophy of conquest!
Elowen's gaze froze, locked onto the bronze, vein-popping beast for what felt like ages.
I just stood there, letting her stew, the corner of my mouth quirking up in a smirk as I shamelessly displayed myself.
The full, bitter irony of her husband's rhetoric hit Elowen like a physical blow. Faelar had grandly called this program 'the bridge between races' during his final speech to the Council. But as she stared at the bronzed, sweating warrior before her, Elowen realized the reality was far more primal.
This 'bridge' was currently stark naked in her private hallway, reeking of sex, and shamelessly demanding condoms to continue his debauchery.
It wasn't a diplomatic exchange. It was a biological invasion.
She remained frozen, her gaze lingering on the heavy weight between my thighs for a beat too long, lost in her own conflicted thoughts. It wasn't until I deliberately bucked my hips, making the meat-column swing with the motion, that she snapped back to reality.
Realizing she'd been staring at my weapon for so long — and that I was teasing her with it — a rare, shy flush crept up her face. My low chuckle only made her embarrassment turn into anger.
She raised a hand to chop at me in a fit of pique, but I easily intercepted the blow, clamping my hand around her wrist to neutralize it.
The air between us charged instantly. My calloused, battle-hardened palm, still radiating the scorching heat of my recent session, felt like a branding iron against her cool, porcelain skin.
My fingers wrapped so easily around her slender wrist that my thumb and middle finger overlapped with room to spare — a brutal, visual display of the sheer size difference between us.
Elowen's breath hitched, her rebellious fire dying out as she felt the crushing strength in my grip.
Up close, the thick, pungent scent of a male mid-rut — a intoxicating brew of sweat, raw testosterone, and the fermented juices of her classmate — hit her olfactory nerves like a physical blow, stripping away her elven refinement in a single heartbeat.
She looked down, her eyes wide as she saw her own hand appearing so tiny, so fragile, swallowed by my massive, bronze-skinned fist.
It was a terrifying reminder of her vulnerability; despite her noble status, in this hallway, she was nothing more than a delicate female at the mercy of a human predator.
Defeated, she reached into the deep pocket of her apron and pulled out a shiny foil packet.
The fact that she produced one instantly was proof of just how well I had her trained. I'd pestered her for protection so many times mid-rut over the past few weeks that the dignified elf matron had actually started carrying them around "just in case" — like a diligent squire readying a weapon for her knight.
With a flush of humiliation realizing what she had just done, she flung the packet into my face with an impatient huff before scolding me.
"Put some damn clothes on when you come out here, would you?! I can tolerate your usual womanizing, but is it too much to ask for you to dress yourself?!"
"It's barely morning and you're already acting this wild… And from now on, stop bringing your fuck-buddies home! No, scratch that — you shouldn't even be having fuck-buddies!"
"You are here as an exchange student, not to go around exchanging bodily fluids and seed! If you have needs, find a serious partner for once, hey!! Are you even listening to me, you brat?!"
"Yeah, yeah, I got it… Though, if Mrs. Elowen wants a taste of my cock that badly, I might consider it — if you get on your knees and beg me nicely, that is~"
"Hah — ?! You…"
"Haha, just kidding, just kidding! Wouldn't it be better for such a beautiful elven lady to have a bit of human humor? Don't worry, when the time comes, I'd be willing to let you have a taste even if you just open your mouth — consider it a thank you for taking care of me all this time!"
Ignoring Elowen's reaction completely, I shut the door in her face. Her complaints from the hallway were still faintly audible at first, but as the pile-driving sounds inside resumed, her muffled words were quickly drowned out by the noise of flesh colliding violently with flesh and the intense, ragged panting that followed.
The sounds of broken moans and fawning, dirty talk drifted through the door like a potent aphrodisiac, acting as a catalyst for the lust hidden beneath Elowen's house clothes.
Her voluptuous body trembled in sync with the sudden, high-pitched screams of pleasure erupting from my room. Her light-colored apron dug deep into her cleavage as she squirmed unconsciously, the fabric accentuating the soft, fleshy curves of a mature female body that was being teased to the brink of losing control.
"Hss… well, I don't have anything else to do anyway… just… just a little touching shouldn't hurt… Alright — decided…!"
The whispers of desire in her heart finally took the upper hand. Her hot, bountiful curves — perfect tools for sustaining new life — seemed to force a ravenous, teenager-like libido upon Mrs. Elowen.
The sudden craving for pleasure swallowed her reason in seconds, making her stumble as she walked back to her room.
Her round, explosive ass and thick thighs were outlined perfectly by her tight skirt, the fabric riding up and digging into her fat, wet pussy lips, highlighting her soft, heavy mounds. Her soft, hot legs seemed to radiate a heat of their own, like a mist of feminine rut.
As she stumbled toward her lonely bedroom, her fingers already fumbling with the hem of her skirt, one thought burned through her shame: Faelar's scent had never made her ache like this. Not even once…
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