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Poll Winner

Themes: Free Use, Rough Sex, Virgin Sex

Summary: Based on this image. She was smart, powerful, and haughty even by High Elven standards. When he managed to overtake her in the Academy rankings, he expected indignation. He was right at first, but the alluring potency of his magic eventually motivated her to make him 'her first male concubine'. When he rejected the generous offer, she settled for becoming his instead. 

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“No? What do you mean, no?”

Letting out a sigh, Markus finally lifts his gaze from his book to actually look at the elven woman standing on the other side of the table from him. The Academy Library was supposed to be one of the few spaces he could come and have uninterrupted peace and quiet, but he supposed he should have known that wouldn’t last.

“It means no, Rosalyne. I have no interest in playing your games or dancing to your tune. And I certainly have no desire to subordinate myself to you in any way.”

“But… but you would be taken care of and pampered for the rest of your days! Is that not what any human wants from life?!”

Reaching up to rub at his eyes, Markus recognizes that he’s not going to get any more studying done. And so he turns his attention fully onto the High Elf standing before him. Rosalyne Feybright is… in a word, beautiful. Drop dead gorgeous is another way of describing her. She’s a High Elf, but not just that, she’s a High Elf Noble. She wasn’t just born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she was born with a whole-ass silver palace.

Even among High Elves, Rosalyne was the cream of the crop. Smart, powerful… and as a result, haughty as all hell. Even by the standards of her people, she stood out among the rest and she knew it too. As a result of knowing it, she was spoiled rotten and clearly had never been told ‘no’ in her life. Which was probably why she had thought this was a good idea.

See, by comparison to Rosalyne, Markus was just your average human. He wasn’t a peasant mind you, the Academy of Magical Arts didn’t accept peasants, not even on scholarships. For peasants, the only way to learn magic was to join the Army and be tested for magical aptitude, at which point if you had any, you would be trained in combat spells.

However, Markus might as well have BEEN a peasant in comparison to Rosalyne. She was a High Elf Noble Heiress of the highest pedigree, while he was the Fifth Son of a Minor Baron. They simply didn’t match up.

Which is why Markus assumed it must have really dug at her self-esteem when he managed to finally overtake her in the Academy Rankings, toppling her First Place Streak and securing it for himself for the last several months. The Academy Rankings were changed each month, but considering High Elf aging, Rosalyne had been attending the Academy for over ten years… and had held First Place in the Rankings for every single one of those months… until he came along.

Markus had worked his ass off, but he had to admit… he was also just naturally gifted. He’d turned that natural talent into a massive advantage through his work ethic though. The rest of the Academy were happy resting on their laurels, but not Markus. He wanted more for himself. He just didn’t know what that WAS yet.

However, he knew it wasn’t what Rosalyne was offering him. The High Elf had just come up to him in the middle of the library and told him that she was graciously accepting him as her ‘first male concubine’. Who even starts a conversation like that? Regardless, she’d been in the middle of waxing poetic about how much of an honor this was when he’d cut her off with a simple ‘No’.

Which had led into the conversation they were unfortunately having now.

“No, Rosalyne. Not every human wishes to be taken care of and pampered for the rest of their days. We might have shorter lifespans than your race, but that just means we have less time to get the things we want done. And most of us aren’t willing to trade our freedom for safety and comfort.”

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Plenty of humans would probably leap at the chance Rosalyne was offering. But Markus wasn’t one of them.

Mouth opening and closing a few times, the white-haired High Elf blinks in stupefaction as she just stares at him, like she can’t believe what he’s saying. Well, that wasn’t his problem. He meant every word and had zero intention of changing his mind on this. Considering the matter done and over with, Markus returns to his tome, waiting patiently for Rosalyne to stomp off in a huff.

No doubt she would likely try to make his life harder for him as a result of this rejection, but Markus didn’t care. He would-

“Then I shall become yours.”

His thoughts stutter to a stop and the young nobleman lifts his gaze again, furrowing his brow as he stares at Rosalyne Feybright. Surely he didn’t hear her right. Or he misunderstood her in some way.

“Excuse me?”

Tossing some of her hair back over her shoulder, the pretty elf gives him a blindingly bright smile.

“You will not become my concubine… so I shall become yours.”

… Okay so he had heard her right.

“Why would you do that?”

SLAM!

Smacking her hands down on the table in front of her, the High Elf leans forward, her face suddenly red.

“B-Because! Can’t you see it? How alluring you’ve made yourself?! Your magical potency is off the charts, Markus! I need it! I need YOU! And if that means subordinating myself to you for the duration of your human lifetime, then I’m all too happy to do that! Please! Accept me as your concubine! Use my body as you see fit! Just be sure to fill me with lots of your potent seed so that I might use it in my experiments!”

Markus sits back, eyes wide and mouth agape. That was… not what he expected the haughty High Elf to say. Sure, he was aware that High Elves could ‘see’ magic in a way other races couldn’t. It was a racial trait of his. But… was his magical potency truly that great? Then again, now that he thought about it, the High Elves at the Academy had ALL been giving him measuring looks for a while now.

He’d assumed that was because they were wondering how Rosalyne would get back at him, or something. But was it because they could see just how powerful and potent his magic had become? It was… very gratifying to hear that all of his hard work in nurturing his natural talent had apparently paid off. And straight from the horse’s mouth at that. But still…

“You would let me do whatever I want to you? Truly? You would submit to every order I gave you?”

Rosalyne’s eyes glitter with desire as she nods hurriedly.

“Of course. As your concubine, I would be your property in all but name. So long as you do not force me to do anything illegal or permanently damaging, then I swear to obey you in all things, Markus.”

He pauses for a moment… and then decides to go for broke.

“Strip.”

A simple order. Not an illegal one, either. The Academy of Magical Arts was actually VERY lax about this sort of thing. It was common to see… certain relations happening in public, in fact. Especially when one student held power over another. Like Rosalyne had just offered him. Markus wanted to know if she was serious though. And this was the best way to figure that out.

To her credit, while the High Elf does flush a little in embarrassment… she doesn’t hesitate to pull her white dress down her body, exposing her naked elven form in mere moments as she steps out of it. Aside from a small shawl covering her shoulders and her heeled sandals, she’s suddenly completely bared, standing there in the middle of the library without even trying to cover herself up.

… Now to be fair, there’s not really many people in the library right now. In fact, Markus doesn’t think anyone has noticed Rosalyne’s state yet. But that doesn’t change the fact that she’s just standing there, naked. Slowly, he rises from his seat, his eyes roaming up and down the High Elf’s beautiful body. Was she serious about this? Really serious? And was he seriously considering going along with it?

Slowly, the human noble circles around to the other side of the table. Rosalyne watches him approach with excited eyes, looking at him expectantly.

“… I can’t promise I’ll be particularly kind to you, Rosalyne. If you make yourself available to me… I’ll use you whenever and wherever I feel like, no matter what you’re doing. If you’re in class, I might walk in and fuck you right there in front of everyone. Or if you’re sleeping, I might climb on top of you and plow you silly. You’ll have to give me access to your rooms. You’ll have to give me access to everything. Are you willing to accept that? Is that alright with you?”

Positively vibrating with excitement, Rosalyne nods enthusiastically.

“Oh yes. That sounds… perfect.”

He can still hardly believe his ears or his eyes. The haughtiest, most powerful High Elf in the Academy… just giving herself to him. Then again, she thought it was only temporary. And by all rights, it was for her. Even with magic, he wouldn’t live longer than a couple hundred years at most. Meanwhile, Rosalyne was slated to live for millennia. Her father was said to have seen the start of this world, as a matter of fact. Hard for someone like him to wrap his head around.

Regardless… fuck it. Markus had been going, going, and going since he arrived at the Academy. So why not relieve some stress, right?

Reaching out, he grabs Rosalyne by her hair and forcibly bends the beautiful naked High Elf over the table in front of her. She squeaks as he does so, but when he hooks his other hand under her between her legs, sticking two digits right into her cunt, she happily lifts her hips for him at his urging. Once she’s… in position, Markus wastes no time in freeing his cock from its confines.

He fits himself against the entrance to Rosalyne’s cunt… and thrusts in. Immediately, his eyes widen as he feels the momentary resistance of her virginity, before he slams right through it. Taking her purity… that wasn’t something Markus expected to be doing. She might have looked the same age as him, but she was easily several decades his senior.

And yet, she HAD said he would have been her ‘first male concubine’, hadn’t she? And it would seem she wasn’t lying, because he’s just taken her first time.

“Mmm~ You don’t… n-need to worry about my first time, Markus. We High Elves don’t put much stock in things like v-virginity… all that matters is that our partner be worthy… and none can deny you that designation!”

… Right. Well, okay then. Fuck she’s tight. Markus groans as he slowly slides back out of her… and then thrusts in again. Rosalyne moans happily in response, even as he holds her face down to the table with his hand in her hair, continuing to fuck her twat from behind with faster and harsher thrusts. He doesn’t really have to hold back. Everyone knows that elves, even the ones that look like they’re made out of glass like the High Elves, are much more durable than humans.

Which means Markus really can take out all of his frustration and stress on his former rival and not have to worry about actually hurting her. Because anything he did to her would be healed within the hour, if not by the next morning. With that in mind, Markus goes full tilt. He fucks Rosalyne hard against the desk, growling and snarling like some sort of beast as his cock buries itself in her amazingly tight twat again and again.

She’s absurdly wet, he quickly notes as he fucks her. Her pussy squelches in quite the satisfying way with every thrust into her insides. Despite being extraordinarily tight, she’s also so slick that he never has any problem pulling out or thrusting in. It’s the best of both worlds, for sure.

However, Markus still isn’t sure if Rosalyne really means it. Being his concubine… is that just a fancy way of her tricking him into becoming HER concubine after all? That’s why he’s going as hard as he can. Not just because he knows she CAN take it, but also because if she IS going to take it on a regular basis, he needs to know that she’s WILLING to do whatever he says and be whatever he wants her to be.

Right now, that’s a stress-relief fuck doll… and to her credit, she’s not making a single noise of complaint. Quite the contrary, in fact. As his hips slam into her ass, causing the sound of flesh slapping against flesh to fill this section of the library, Rosalyne Feybright is moaning wantonly. Far from squealing in pain or discomfort, far from telling him to slow down or begging him to stop, she’s actually thrusting her hips back into his to the best of her abilities and crying out in a lewd manner as her pussy walls tighten around his dick.

She’s enjoying this. The rough treatment. The domination. She LIKES being under him like this. Though to be fair… that might just be because of his magic. But then, who cared why she was enjoying it, right? It wasn’t like Markus was in love with Rosalyne anymore than she was in love with him. This was a purely transactional relationship. She got potent loads of his seed for her experiments, and he got a fully willing sex toy that would leap to satisfy his sexual urges at the drop of a hat.

When you put it that way… Markus was actually a little excited for what the future would hold. And in his excitement he picks up speed even more. His cock, enveloped in Rosalyne’s incredibly tight, incredibly wet cunt… throbs as his balls churn. And with a hoarse shout, Markus finds he can’t hold back any longer.

Letting loose inside of Rosalyne’s cunt, filling her womb with a hefty load of his seed, Markus makes use of his concubine for the first time properly, giving her a nice, hearty helping of his jizz. In response, Rosalyne lets out a wanton moan, shuddering and orgasming explosively upon his cock. He doesn’t even bother waiting for her to recover either. She’s his concubine after all… his free use slut.

Yanking her back off of the table, Markus pull Rosalyne down to the ground, watching as the High Elf effortlessly drops into a crouch at his nonverbal urging. His cock slaps down onto her face and she moans, her tongue quickly tracing out to slurp at it in the moments before he shoves his dick into her mouth and forces her to begin sucking him clean.

Rosalyne takes to this latest task with gusto, gagging and choking her way up and down his cock. When the librarian comes about the noise a bit later and sees that it’s the two highest ranking students in the Academy, she turns right back around and leaves them to it. And Markus finally begins to see just what benefits his drive for power and prestige have begun to net him…