Peeping Tom

Helteiel had never felt filthier than today. Even when he was a youth at the mercy of his hormones, he had never used his cultivation capabilities to peep on people like this, and yet… The night before, when he was supposed to perform a sort of patrol for the sake of being certain of something–With the purpose of being a good leader–He had ended up stumbling onto a very intimate scene between one of the village’s hunters, and the human they had just agreed to a deal with.

…And to make it worse, instead of just walking away like he should have, he watched, pulled out his unseen weapon, and pleasured himself to the scene. That was without mentioning the fact that he had fantasised solely about being in the position of his fellow elf, as the receiver.

He–The chief–Had a wife and several children. Yet, he had actively thought about moving up and down a human’s virile sceptre... But worse than the thoughts were the effects it had had on him. He had climaxed so quickly, and even now that the pleasure had faded, he was still thinking about it...

This hadn’t been a one-time thing. Last night’s vision had awoken something within him that he had never suspected existed.

“Is something wrong, Honey?” he turned to look at his beautiful wife, Emeyla.

“It’s nothing. I just still have a hard time processing that we struck an agreement with a human” he lied, and thankfully, his wife did not notice anything wrong with his deception.

“It is indeed quite historic, isn’t it?” she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and soon went out of the house, leaving Helteiel alone with his thoughts.

The image of Edrick’s large, muscular body kept popping up in his head. If he didn’t get rid of the thought quickly, he would start thinking about more sensitive parts of the human’s body. Never had the chief gotten so many erections in so little time.

Anoteros’s sculpted body… His powerful, prominent muscles… His tall and large body, far more virile and masculine than that of any Underwood Elf by a long shot... Even the greatest and most powerful hunters were nothing next to his physique that exuded dominance and control.

And that was without mentioning his massive club and flails… Helteiel hadn’t gotten good looks at them, but what little he had seen had been enough. They were incredibly big, and yet, the potent rod had still gone all the way inside of Daklaiel like it was nothing, stretching the elf’s hidden cavern thoroughly.

There was no cutting it for the chief, nor could he deny it even if he tried his hardest.

He wanted the human to do the same thing he had done with Daklaiel to him. Helteiel wanted to be on the receiving end of Edrick’s lust... Anoteros had awoken something within him, and that ‘something’ would not stop screaming and begging until it was satiated.

There were several problems with this, however.

Namely, Helteiel had a wife. Moreover, relations between men weren’t exactly something anyone talked about. It was probably happening, but everyone knew not to mention it… Also, Helteiel had no idea how to approach the subject with Anoteros. How was he supposed to be certain that Edrick would agree?

For all he knew, he and Daklaiel simply happened to be a ‘thing’, and no third person had any place in it.

First, the chief decided to try and extend his time. He casually offered for Edrick to stay a while longer in the village. He told the scion that it could be an occasion to further familiarise and learn about each other’s cultures.

The noble agreed without hesitation, not minding it all and perhaps even appreciating the gesture.

Whilst they talked, Helteiel truly focused to the maximum to look natural. As a talented invisibility cultivator, trickery and deceit were like second nature, so he was able to pull it off without awakening any suspicions.

Thus, Helteiel went on a hunting trip with Edrick and several other Underwood Elves.

Everything went perfectly fine, and the event was quite enjoyable… But the chief was looking forward to something else.

He snuck into Daklaiel’s house again that night. His invisible man-tool was already pushing against the inside of his clothes long before he even got close to the house… This time, he came prepared with handkerchiefs made of silk to more efficiently get rid of the consequences of his actions.

It was almost scary just how willing he was to come here again. He was unable to restrain himself and came rushing as soon as he could. Luckily, it seemed like activities were a common occurrence between Anoteros and Daklaiel.

And even luckier, they truly did not care about closing the door to the bedroom. Everything was perfect to allow Helteiel to watch.

This time, Edrick was even more dominant, and in turn, the chief was even more aroused... The human was claiming the elven hunter from behind in the Bestial position, continuously thrusting like a piston. His hips slammed into Daklaiel’s round backside repeatedly with force.

One hand was pulling the elf’s long white hair, whilst the other was merely hanging by the side of the scion’s body, only moving to deliver precise spanks from time to time, each of them always causing the Underwood Elf to moan in delight.

The chief got closer than the day before, believing in his invisibility to get a close look at the motions of Edrick’s heavy pouch as he mercilessly pounded without slowing down...

Helteiel wanted to reach out and just get a feel of how much they truly weighed, but he controlled himself.

He was so entranced by the action that he did not pay much attention to the fact that Daklaiel looked more feminine than he had during the day, nor the fact that there was something unusual upon his fellow’s back...

The tendrils of purple did not stand out strongly at all upon the dark-blueish skin of Underwood Elves–Especially not when the only light source was a candle and the onlooker was more busy peeping and furiously stroking himself.

It was like the chief was discovering the wonders of pleasure and lust for the first time again. He was so aroused that he came several times. He ended up using all the handkerchiefs he had brought, tainting them with his juices.

Even though he had tired his lower brain, Heldeiel still remained. He watched as Edrick eventually climaxed deep within Daklaiel. At this point–Just like his chief–The elven hunter had reached the peak of pleasure several times under the care of Anoteros.

The human pulled out and rose from the bed. Heldeiel snapped out of his reverie. He was kneeling on the ground as he moved his head back, narrowly avoiding getting slapped across the face by Edrick’s noble trunk.

Not that he would have disliked it... But he couldn’t afford to be found out.

‘It… It’s so damned big… S-So long and girthy…’

The chief was in awe of the penile masterpiece before him, and although erotically exhausted, he found his man-limb hard once more as he watched Anoteros grab Daklaiel's hair, lifting his head from the bed.

“You didn’t get to show me what your mouth could do yet… Wrap those lips around me and enjoy the taste… Mmh… That’s it… That’s a good boy. Keep going like that, and I might give you another load as a reward”

It was incredibly arousing. Daklaiel did not hesitate for a second and gobbled down the great serpent, sticking his thoroughly spanked but in the air, swinging it from side to side for the human’s visual pleasure.

‘Yes… That’s what I want… I want to be treated in the same manner!’