Jobless Reincarnation: The Perverted Elf's Eternal Cravings

The guild hall in Millishion reeked of sweat, cheap ale, and the metallic tang of freshly sharpened steel. Elinalise Dragonroad leaned against the quest board, one shapely leg crossed over the other, her black shorts riding just high enough to draw every male eye in the room. Her white-blonde hair fell in perfect ringlets down her back, framing a face that looked no older than twenty-five despite being well over two centuries old. Light reddish-brown eyes sparkled with mischief as she scanned the parchment notices.Her body, though… her body was screaming.Three days. Only three days since she'd last taken a man—some burly A-rank spearman in a back alley—and already the curse was stirring. Mana pooled hot and heavy in her lower belly, pulsing like a second heartbeat. Her small breasts felt swollen against the tight red-and-white corset, nipples stiff beneath the fabric. Her wide hips shifted restlessly, thighs rubbing together under the frilled stockings. If she didn't find release soon, the mana would crystallize improperly and the pain would start. Then the blackouts. Then death.She hated it. She loved it. The curse of the labyrinth crystal had turned her into a creature of endless hunger, and she had long since stopped pretending otherwise."Looking for trouble, Elf?" a deep voice rumbled behind her.Elinalise turned with a sultry smile. A tall, scarred human swordsman—broad shoulders, thick arms, the kind of rough jaw she adored—stood there, eyes already devouring her curves."Always," she purred, voice like velvet and sin. "But trouble that pays well. This one." She tapped the notice for the Whispering Woods Ruins. S-rank recommended. Ancient elven relic rumored to neutralize curses. Reward: 500 gold and first pick of any artifacts.The swordsman whistled. "Solo? That place is crawling with mana-devouring golems and worse. Even S-ranks take parties."Elinalise's smile sharpened. "Then it's fortunate I am an S-rank who prefers working alone." She stepped closer, letting her breasts brush his arm. "Unless you'd like to… accompany me? I do get lonely in dark ruins."His pupils dilated. Hook, line, and sinker.But she wasn't taking him. Not yet. The curse made her crave the thrill of danger first—fight, then fuck. The sweeter the battle, the hotter the release.She left alone at dawn, estoc and buckler strapped to her lithe frame, Gladius magic item at her hip. The Whispering Woods swallowed her in emerald shadows. Ancient trees groaned as if alive, whispering forgotten spells. Her pointed ears twitched at every rustle.By midday she found the ruins—half-buried marble spires covered in glowing runes. The moment she stepped past the threshold, the air thickened. Mana in the atmosphere reacted to her curse, feeding it. Her core throbbed painfully."Pathetic," she muttered, drawing her estoc. The thin silver blade hummed with vacuum magic. "Come out and play, you oversized pebbles."The first golem erupted from the floor—ten feet tall, jagged crystal limbs, eyes burning violet. It swung a fist the size of a barrel.Elinalise danced. Agile as wind, she slid under the blow, buckler raised. The impact rattled her bones but the magic shield softened it to a dull ache. She countered with a thrust—estoc piercing the golem's knee joint. Vacuum blades exploded outward, shattering stone and crystal in a spray of shards."Too slow!" she laughed, voice breathy with rising lust. The fight was already making her wet.Two more golems joined. She activated her Gladius, stabbing forward. Shockwaves blasted one golem into the wall, cracking it in half. The second grabbed her leg—cold stone fingers digging into her stocking-clad thigh. Pain and pleasure twisted together. She spun, severing the arm, then drove her estoc through its core.Mana crystal fragments rained down. One landed between her breasts, still vibrating with raw power. She moaned involuntarily as it resonated with her curse, sending a spike of heat straight to her clit."Fuck… not now…"Deeper in, the ruins opened into a grand chamber. At the center floated a glowing orb—azure, pulsing, ancient elven script swirling around it. The Relic of Unbinding. Legends said it could sever any curse tied to mana.But guarding it was no mere golem.A Guardian Spirit materialized—ethereal, humanoid, yet clearly male in form. Tall, muscular, features sharp and beautiful like a high elf of old. Semi-transparent cock already half-hard, glowing with the same mana that tormented her."You carry the Labyrinth's Mark," it intoned, voice echoing like wind through crystal. "The hunger. The need. Prove yourself worthy… or become nourishment."Elinalise licked her lips. Action first. Always.She charged.The spirit moved like liquid lightning. Its fists struck with compressed mana blasts. She blocked with her buckler, skidding back, then retaliated with Ice Smash—elementary water magic she'd practiced for decades. Frost exploded across its chest. It roared and countered with a whip of pure energy that lashed her corset, slicing fabric and leaving a shallow cut across her stomach.Blood and mana mixed. The pain only fueled the fire between her legs.She dropped low, sweeping its legs with a spinning kick. As it staggered, she thrust the estoc through its thigh—vacuum blades shredding ethereal flesh. The spirit howled, form flickering.But it grabbed her wrist, pulling her close. Its free hand slid between her thighs, fingers pressing against the soaked crotch of her shorts. "Your body betrays you, cursed one."Elinalise gasped, hips bucking involuntarily. "Then give me what I need, you beautiful bastard."She headbutted it—elf skull meeting spirit energy—and followed with a Gladius shockwave point-blank. The guardian exploded into shards of light.The orb descended into her hands, warm and humming.But the curse didn't wait for victory celebrations.Mana surged violently inside her, vision blurring with desperate need. She stumbled to a fallen pillar, tearing at her shorts. Fingers plunged between slick folds, but it wasn't enough. The curse demanded seed. Real, hot, living seed to crystallize the excess mana.Footsteps echoed. The scarred swordsman from the guild had followed her after all—loyal idiot.He froze at the sight: the legendary S-rank elf on her knees, corset half-undone, white-blonde ringlets disheveled, fingers frantically working her dripping pussy. Her light reddish-brown eyes locked onto him with pure predatory hunger."You… came," she panted, voice husky. "Good boy."He didn't even get a word out before she was on him.Elinalise shoved him against the wall, yanking his trousers down. His cock sprang free—thick, veined, already leaking. She dropped to her knees and swallowed him to the hilt in one smooth motion, throat relaxing from centuries of practice. He groaned, hands fisting her ringlets.She sucked like a woman possessed—tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down her chin onto her small breasts. Every bob of her head sent mana crystals forming inside her womb, easing the burning pressure.But she needed more.Pulling off with a wet pop, she stood, turned, and bent over the pillar. "Inside. Now. Fill me until I overflow."He didn't hesitate. Gripping her wide hips, he slammed into her soaked heat in one thrust. Elinalise cried out in ecstasy, walls clenching greedily around him. He was big—stretching her perfectly, hitting that spot that made her see stars."Harder!" she demanded, pushing back. "Fuck the curse out of me!"He pounded into her like a beast—slaps of flesh echoing through the ruins, her stockings tearing at the knees, corset fully open so her breasts bounced freely. She reached back, spreading herself wider, begging in that elegant elf voice turned filthy."Deeper—yes—breed me—give me your cum—ahhn!"The first orgasm hit her like a spell explosion. Her pussy spasmed, milking him, mana crystallizing rapidly inside. He roared and flooded her—hot, thick ropes painting her womb. Crystal after crystal formed, the relief so intense she squirted around his cock, thighs shaking.But the curse was greedy.She spun, pushed him onto his back, and mounted him reverse-cowgirl. Her ass—plump, perfect—bounced as she rode him mercilessly, one hand rubbing her clit, the other pinching a nipple."Again," she moaned. "I need more. Fill me until I can't walk."He lasted three more rounds—her on top, him behind, her legs over his shoulders while she screamed in elven and common tongue alike. By the end, her belly was slightly swollen with seed and crystals, the burning curse reduced to a pleasant afterglow.She lay draped across his chest, tracing scars with a lazy finger."Not bad for a stalker," she teased. "You'll make a fine traveling companion… until I find something better."He chuckled weakly. "You're insane. And incredible."Elinalise kissed his jaw, already feeling the next wave building in a few days. The azure orb rested nearby, humming softly. Maybe it could truly break the curse. Maybe not.Either way, the road ahead was long, dangerous, and deliciously full of men to conquer.She smiled against his skin.The perverted elf's adventure had only just begun.To Be Continued...