Chapter 9: Abel's First Time Part 1 (R-18) {Johan/Abellion's Flashback}
The room was steeped in the golden hues of dusk, the fading sunlight filtering through the half-drawn curtains and painting the wooden floor in warm, shifting patterns. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and pine, a fragrance that clung to the rustic furniture and the thick, quilted blanket draped over the bed. Abel found himself in a space that felt both foreign and oddly familiar—like something plucked straight from a fantasy tale. The bed beneath him was sturdy, its frame carved with intricate elven designs, and the pillows smelled faintly of herbs and something sweet, like honey.
Olivia stood before him, her pink hair cascading down her back in soft waves, catching the light like spun silk. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and something deeper—something Abel couldn't quite place. She was beautiful in a way that felt almost otherworldly, her delicate features belying the strength that hummed beneath her skin. The way she moved, the way she looked at him—it was as if she could see straight through him, past every defense he tried to put up.
'This is bad. This is really bad,' Abel thought, his pulse quickening as Olivia took a step closer. He could feel the heat radiating off her, could see the playful curve of her lips as she tilted her head to the side, studying him like he was some fascinating new specimen.
"Wai-wait, what are you doing? Why you?! Woaaaahh!!!"
His protest was cut short as Olivia's magic flared to life around her, a soft golden glow enveloping her hands. Before Abel could react, he felt himself lifted off the ground, his body floating effortlessly toward the bed. The sensation was surreal—like being cradled by an unseen force, weightless and helpless all at once. His heart hammered against his ribs as he landed on the mattress, the softness of the blankets doing little to calm the storm of panic rising in his chest.
Olivia giggled, the sound light and musical, as she climbed onto the bed beside him. She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "So, are you ready, my dear~?" she murmured, her voice a velvety purr that sent an involuntary shiver down his spine.
Abel swallowed hard, his mind racing. "Come on, Olivia, get a grip! Don't you dare steal my fucking virg—"
His words were smothered as Olivia pressed her lips to his. The kiss was soft at first, almost gentle, but it carried a current of something far more dangerous—something that made Abel's stomach clench and his thoughts scatter. Her lips were warm, her taste sweet, like berries and something faintly floral. For a moment, he forgot how to breathe.
When she pulled back, her eyes were alight with amusement and something else—something hungry. "You know," she said, tracing a finger along his jawline, "We elves might seem uninterested in sexual intercourse, but deep down, we're always curious. I want to know what it feels like, Abel. All of it." Her voice dropped to a whisper, her gaze locking onto his with an intensity that made his skin prickle. "And I want to know with you."
Abel's mind reeled. 'Insane. Fucking insane. I knew elves were innocents in disguise, but this? This is next-level perversion. Why the hell am I the one who has to experience this? Why does she have to be the one to—'
He didn't get to finish the thought. Olivia's hands were already moving, her fingers deftly unzipping his pants. The cool air hit his exposed skin, and he sucked in a sharp breath as she tugged the fabric down, freeing his erection. For a moment, there was silence—just the sound of their breathing, the rustle of fabric, the distant call of a night bird outside the window.
Then Olivia's eyes widened.
"Woah~," she breathed, her voice thick with awe. "You are so big, my dear Abel. It's almost like you want to destroy me."
Abel looked down at himself, his stomach twisting. 'Why the hell does this body have such a massive cock? Back on Earth, I was average at best—seven inches, maybe. But this? This thing is monstrous. It's like my fucking forearm!'
Olivia didn't give him time to dwell on it. Before he could protest, she was leaning in, her soft, plump lips wrapping around the head of his cock. The sensation was immediate—electric, almost painful in its intensity. A jolt of pleasure shot through him, and he gasped, his hips jerking upward instinctively.
"Haaahh—!"
Olivia hummed in delight, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure coursing through him. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, teasing and exploring, before she took more of him into her mouth. The wet heat of her was almost overwhelming, the way her lips stretched around his girth, the way her fingers traced the pulsing veins along his shaft, her other hand cupping and massaging his balls with practiced ease.
"Mmmph… Mmm…" The sounds she made were obscene, slurping and suckling as she bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper with each motion. "Abel," she murmured between licks, her voice muffled, "you taste so good."
Abel's mind was a whirlwind of sensation and disbelief. 'Holy fucking hell, this feels incredible! How is she even—? Fuck, her mouth is so warm, so tight—' He watched, mesmerized, as his cock disappeared between her lips, her throat bulging slightly as she took him deeper. Drool leaked from the corners of her mouth, glistening on her chin, and the sight of it—this elegant, ethereal elf, reduced to a drooling, cock-hungry mess—sent another surge of arousal through him.
'Shit, this is actually happening. She's giving me my first blowjob. Ever. And it's from a fucking elf—a goddess-level beauty with a body that could make saints sin. How the hell am I supposed to stay mad at her when she's doing this?'
Olivia pulled back with a wet pop, her lips swollen and glistening. She swirled her tongue around the leaking slit, locking eyes with him as she giggled. "Your cock tastes yummy," she said, her voice thick with desire. "I can't believe you're this big. I've heard stories, but this—" She gave his shaft a firm stroke, her fingers wrapping around him with ease. "This is something else."
Then, without warning, she dove back down, taking him all the way to the back of her throat. Abel's breath hitched as he felt the tight constriction of her throat muscles, her nose pressing into the coarse hair at the base of his cock. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull back—just kept swallowing around him, her throat working as she took him deeper.
"GLLRRRK—GLRK—GUKKK!"
The sounds she made were wet, obscene, the slurping and choking filling the room. Abel's hands clenched into fists at his sides, his hips twitching upward helplessly. 'Fuck, she's choking on my dick, and it's the hottest thing I've ever seen. How can she even take this much?'
Olivia finally pulled off with a lewd pop, strings of saliva connecting her stretched lips to the angry, purple head of his cock. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning up at him. "Mmm… I could suck on this big, beautiful cock all day," she purred, giving his shaft a few slow, twisting strokes. "But I think it's time to try something even better, don't you agree?"
Abel's throat was dry, his voice barely more than a rasp. "W-what do you mean?"
Olivia's smile was innocent, almost sweet—if not for the way her fingers were still wrapped around his cock, stroking him lazily. "Oh, you know~" She climbed off him, her body moving with fluid grace as she straddled his hips. The tip of his cock brushed against something warm, slick—her. "I want to feel your huge cock inside my tight little pussy."
Abel's brain short-circuited. "What?! No way! You can't just—"
"Abel," Olivia interrupted, her voice soft but firm, "I'm going to ride you now. Prepare yourself for an incredible experience."
'Oh god, no. She's actually doing this. This crazy, perverted elf is going to take my virginity. Me. Abel. The guy who died a virgin in his past life and somehow ended up in the same damn situation here.'
"Wait, Olivia, you can't just—Aaahh!!"
His protest dissolved into a broken moan as Olivia sank down onto him in one smooth motion. The heat of her was overwhelming, her tightness almost painful as her walls clenched around him, stretching to accommodate his girth. Abel's head snapped back, a strangled cry tearing from his throat. "FUCK! Oh fuck fuck fuuuck!"
"Yes, yes, YES!" Olivia cried out, her hips already rolling in slow, deliberate circles. "Abel, you're stretching my little elf pussy so much! Your big cock feels amazing!"
Abel's vision swam. 'This is a dream. It has to be a dream. Or a nightmare. Either way, I can't believe this is happening. I'm losing my virginity. To an elf.'
Olivia's breasts bounced with each movement, her pink hair swaying as she rode him, her nails digging into his chest. "Oooh, Abel, you're splitting me open!" she moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. "I never knew sex could feel this incredible!"
Abel's hands found her hips, his fingers gripping tightly as he thrust up to meet her movements. The sensations were too much—her heat, her tightness, the way her body moved against his, the sounds she made, the way her breath hitched every time he hit just the right spot inside her.
"Yes, yes, YES!" Olivia threw her head back, her voice rising to a scream. "Fuck me harder! Breed this naughty elf slut!"
The pressure coiled tight in Abel's gut, his balls drawing up as the pleasure crested. "I'm gonna cum!" he roared, his hips snapping upward as he pounded into her.
"Me too!" Olivia's walls clenched around him, her body trembling as she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her. "Cum with me, Abel!"
Abel's vision whited out as he came, his release tearing through him in waves, jet after jet of hot seed pumping into Olivia's spasming pussy. His body felt weightless, boneless, like he'd been hollowed out and filled with something new—something raw and primal.
'I did it. I actually lost my virginity. To an elf. Fucking hell, I don't even know how to process this.'
Olivia collapsed on top of him with a satisfied sigh, her chest heaving against his, her breath warm against his neck. "That was wonderful, my dear Abel," she murmured, nuzzling into him. "I'm so glad I got to be your first."
Abel glared up at her, though there was no real heat behind it. He was too spent, too dazed to muster any real anger. "You insufferable pervert… I can't believe I let you trick me into losing it."
Olivia giggled, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Aw, you loved every second of it. And so did I." She wriggled her hips slightly, and Abel groaned as he felt himself stirring back to life inside her. "In fact…"
Abel's eyes fluttered shut as she kissed him again, slower this time, deeper. 'God damn it. I can't believe this sexy little elf is turning me into her personal fuck toy.'
Outside, the moon had risen, casting silver light through the window, painting their entwined bodies in soft, shifting shadows. The night was young, and the possibilities stretched out befor