The Conquerors Path

"S-Spanks?"

Trisa replied back in a shocked voice, the elven older woman the age of 200 years, one of the noble lineage of the Trixiea family, a half-step Imperial, a proud wood elf being asked to get spaned itself will be a very great humiliation and I can see the shyness and conflict playing within Trisa's eyes, she understands that I caught her lying to me being very moved at the fact that I am willing to let it go, it is mixed with her guilt for me.

But even then, the idea of being bent down and be spanked by me, whose so much younger than her and her student even if I am the Holy child being something very hard for Trisa to do on the spot, yet my feelings of pain at her hidden answer and my forgiveness to give her a small punishment being the pull she can't say no to.

There has been a small dynamic shift in the relationship between us, from the overly bearing call of greatness it has received a little to give birth to her severe duty that the Goddess Orpheus has placed on her shoulder, while her gentle heart yearns to set me, a man that seemed to have gone through hell and back from the darkness of failure.

And right now her heart is in the wrong place thus, she will agree to go with whatever flow I set and little by little the sense of duty set on her face, along with that lovely blush as she spoke.

"O-Okay"

Her elven features, usually composed and regal, now bore a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. The realization that she had been caught in a web of her own deceit, her centuries-old eyes met mine, revealing a vulnerability she seldom showed.

Trisa, a figure of authority in elven society, now stood on the brink of accepting a punishment from a younger guy.

With a gentle yet firm tone, I guided her towards a nearby table. The smooth wood beneath her fingertips hinted at the promise of something both thrilling and forbidden. My hand rested lightly on the small of her back, a subtle gesture that spoke volumes. As she leaned over the table, her dress lifted slightly, exposing the graceful curve of her elven form.

"Trust me, Trisa," I murmured, my voice a velvety caress, "this is for both of us."

The vulnerability in her eyes deepened, and she nodded in understanding. I could sense the delicate dance of emotions within her. As my hand moved to gently raise the hem of her dress, her breath caught audibly. The air thickened with anticipation, a charged current that enveloped us both.

The fabric revealed the exquisite expanse of her elven ass, she wearing beautiful yet light white panties, showing off her sense of innocence despite her age, as the white panties clutched to her ass making her ass look even more delicious, my fingers traced a teasing pattern, a prelude to the seductive dance of hickeys and love bites I intended to leave.

"You're exquisite, Trisa," I whispered, my lips tantalizingly close to the delicate shell of her ear.

Her shiver was a symphony of arousal, and as my fingers left a trail of feather-light kisses on her skin, I could feel the tension building.

I have to admit that her ass is quite good, it is plump and round, and the perfect size for spanking, not too big and not too small, just the right size, and I could tell that she took good care of her ass, it is firm and soft, and the skin is smooth and clean, it looks like she takes good care of herself, though I have to say Trisa would have never thought it would be to get spanked.

I have a feeling that this would be more a treat to her than a punishment.

My fingers danced across her flesh, savoring the sensual heat of her skin. Her breathing quickened, and as I slowly began to spank her, the sound of slaps reverberated in the silence.

Pakh!~

"Do you know why you're being spanked, Trisa?"

I punctuated the question with another slap, this time a little harder.

Pakh!~

She nodded her head, her hair cascading over her face in a shimmering wave.

"For lying," I replied, my hand moving in a steady rhythm.

Pakh~Pakh~Pakh~

With each slap, I could feel the tension building inside her. Her ass was a tantalizing shade of pink, and as my fingers traced the delicate line between pleasure and pain, I could sense her arousal growing.

"Do you accept your punishment?"

I knew that the answer was yes, but I wanted to hear her say it.

"Yes."

Her voice was a husky whisper, a siren's song that made my cock twitch. As I continued to spank her, my fingers brushed against her damp folds, and a shudder ran through her body, cute wet marks now forming at the center of her white panties, they were very clear to be seen.

"Oh? Is my little maid feeling good from this?"

I asked with a husky voice to her ears, thus making her body tremble, while she closed her eyes and bit her lips a bit, of course, she isn't a masochist to be turned on by getting spanked but I made some foul play in her boy, for the slaps had a bit of controlled mana to increased the sensitivity and pleasure at the place I hit.

And there will be nothing more humiliating to Trisa than getting wet while being spanked.

"Thi-This..."

Is all Tria could mutter in shame as she held onto the table with more strength, she seemingly getting more strength as she spoke again.

"It-Its ov-over right?"

To this I leaned in closer to her ears from the side "Good girl," I murmured, my hand moving lower, cupping her ass possessively. I could tell that she was aching for release, and as my fingers teased her clit over her panties, her moans grew louder, the seal on her giving me access to her body, letting me give her more pleasure than she can imagine.

Thus allowing me to toy with her body, making it fully under my control, I also kept sending my satisfaction over to her, letting her know that she is making me happy, then there is the added mental pleasure of having the protagonist's lovely gentle older sister, bend over the table and getting horny with just my touch.

'That guy might even go crazy if he sees this scene, knowing how much he loves his older sister'

"Please," she gasped, her body writhing in pleasure, the innocent 200-year-old virgin elven woman, not knowing what she should do in the situation, I could read her like an open book thanks to the seal and I could tell that she was very much stuck between pleasure, duty and shyness.

Though I knew that she will have to let me fuck her if I want to, to this gentle-hearted woman, dirty talks, spanking, and a little teasing are things she hadn't seen coming to her. My hands sunk into her soft flesh, feeling her ass over her panties as I whispered into her ears.

"You have such a beautiful ass, I just want to play with it forever"

"Um!~I-I n-no...."

Is all that kept coming out of her mouth as my hands kept groping her ass, feeling my hands sink it as I started to play with her ass, feeling it wiggle and change shapes, all while making sure to increase her lust, emotions and her pleasure points within her, just one touch to her with my hands will be pure pleasure to Trisa.

"How about this, I will give you 6 more slaps and if you can survive it without cumming then I shall let you off your punishment but if you fail, then~"

I didn't finish my words as I slid my finger downwards, giving a low rub on her pussy from top to bottom, my hands lightly sinking inside her due to the wetness.

"Um!~"