From: https://www.deviantart.com/avianseptember[1] which contains a gallery of illustrations.
As customers crowded the Benevolent Mistress tavern, their conversation rising to the rafters, it was alive. Servers spun between the packed tables, juggling steaming plates of heavy food and trays loaded with overflowing ale mugs.
Bell Cranel sat by himself at a little table in the rear corner; his white hair and red eyes set him out among the sea of tough adventurers. He fidgeted with his mug, eyes darting about the space.
Riveria Ljos Alf of the prestigious Loki Familia slid in and a hush descended over the gathering as the tavern door opened. Under her gold circlet, her forest green hair shimmered; her emerald eyes glowed as she looked about the space. Her exquisite white robes swishing around her lithe form, she moved with a royal grace, back straight and chin raised.
Riveria's eyes fixed Bell, then she walked over to his table, the audience respectfully parting from her. Bell got to his feet and almost knocked over his chair in hurry. His head ducked in a quick bow, cheeks flushed.
"R-Riveria-sama?" asked he.
"Good afternoon, Bell Cranel said." "I'm sorry for the short notice; but, I value your investing the time to meet me."
"Not at all. It's a pleasure to see you again, Miss Riveria." said he. "And thank you for everything you done for me on the eighteenth floor."
"Think nothing of it. You did well for yourself. Now then, allow me to get to the matter at hand. I am afraid this is going to be rather one-sided, but I hope you'll hear me out until the end. I am not here on behalf of Loki Familia rather here as an individual."
Her emerald eyes glinted deliberately, a flutter of curiosity and interest flickering in their depths as she considered Bell's words. Riveria spoke once more following a period of reflective silence, her melodic voice soft and gently probing.
"Aiz has been interested in you, as of late." said she. "My curiosity is piqued too. That is what I have come to ask. What is the secret of your fast development?"
"Well..." said he, "I'm not exactly sure how to answer that. I'm sorry. I wish I knew."
You don't know?
He doesn't seem to be hiding anything... She sighed.
"I'm really sorry; if I could figure out the reason, I would. I'm just not sure what it is... And I can't just tell you that it's because I want to catch up to Miss Aiz!"
"Is Aiz's idol, Bell Cranel?"
" eh?"
"You wish you to be as strong as she is."
Yes...
"Why? What is it that motivates you to go to such distances? You have become stronger at a dizzying pace. Is it because Bete running his mouth?"
"N-No; you're all my heroes, the Loki Familia."
"Oh? So am I likewise your idol?"
"Yes. You're so calm and collected, and you're always so dignified and cool. You're so smart, and you always seem to know everything; you can control the entire battlefield with your magic; you're incredible."
"Y-you... flattish me. I see. Thank you for the compliment. So, we are your idols..."
And you're really lovely.
" pardon? B-beautiful?"
Where is this happening? He is really adorable! This is how I feel. Her heart and her mind started to run. No, no, not at all! I'm not caught in this! I owe it to others to keep integrity. I have responsibilities to fulfil! I cannot let my defences down!
She went on, "You are not answering my question."
Bell stammered and said, "Oh, sorry!" Actually, I want to be Aiz's equal.
"Her equal? I have no idea. Could you clarify?"
!!To put it quite simply, I want to be with her—at least temporarily. I can so pay her back for saving me.
"Saving you..." Are you meaning literally saving your life?
"Sure. I owe it to her everything. Had it not for her, I would not even be here."
Lefiya sees her the same way you do. Curious. Your eyes reflect the same fire.
"I am sorry?'
"Don't let it annoy you. You want to catch up to her, anyway, but what will you do once you have? You have what as your ultimate aim?"<
I shall, um...
With her eyes blazing with fiery determination and her whole attitude radiating an intense resolve, as if she had decided that nothing in the world could stop her from her mission, Lefiya barged in and her footsteps echoed with purpose as she marched straight towards Bell.
"Bell Cranel!", Invert! Pentai! I'm here to guard Riveria-sama and Aiz-san from people just like you!""
Lefiya, Here you are visiting for what? Said Riveria, advised not to pursue me.
"M-Miss Lefiya?! What's happening?"said Bell.
"Silence, you terrible beast!""Lefiya said with a great bellow: "How dare you approach Riveria-sama with your wicked ways?!" You should feel embarrassed!"(
"Lefiya, pause. That is not like that..." Riveria started, but Lefiya cut off her.
Said Lefiya, "Don't worry, Riveria-sama. I'll guard you from this lech. You are not pointing at Riveria-sama or Aiz-san. Not right now while I'm here!""
"I-I did nothing!Bell argued.
"Oh no, not yet. You will, nevertheless. Try not to present an innocent image. As I mentioned earlier, you know! Avoid trying to ignore it! "Miss Riveria, you are so gorgeous" said exactly here!
"Whaaaat?!" That was when?"<
Lefiya, were you listening?" Riveria said. I suppose I can understand why she misheard him, she thought to herself. Still, this is a misinterpretation nonetheless.
"I never claimed that!Bell screamed.
"You did indeed!" Lefiya shot back. "Don't even try to lie your way out of this. I won let you get away with it. You are a highest order pervert. Neither will I let likes of yours to visit Aiz-san. Here in this tavern, I will stop your evil ways right now.
Riveria got to her feet slowly, her face a picture of calm elegance in spite of all around turmoil.
Lefiya, calm!She protested.
With his hands clutching the waistband of her black legwear, Lefiya lunged, sending Bell tumbling through the tavern. She lost her footing and fell into Riveria, her white undergarments and bare legs for all to see clearly exposed as he pulled them down to her knees.
The whole pub fell silent.
Ah!" Riveria shrieked; her leggings hung around her knees now.
Shock and shame tormented Riveria, her hands shaking, her pants on full show. She was momentarily frozen, but as the first paralysis subsided, a flood of emotions erupted inside her like a powder keg. Her face burned scarlet.
Riveria's eyes flashed dangerously as she raised her staff, the words of a spell already forming on her lips gathering together into a raging fire from her very being. Anger, indignation, and a little fear all combined.
Patrons screamed and dove for cover as the hungry flames licked at the walls and ceiling. Mugs broke and plates crashed to the floor among the turmoil. Flames erupted from the tip of her staff, streaking through the air and setting tablecloths and tapestries ablight.
Panic seized the crowd as the fire quickly spread, the heat growing oppressive. They surged towards the exit en masse, shoving and clawing to escape the burning building. The acrid stench of smoke filled the air as the flames crackled and popped, consuming everything they touched.
Riveria stood at the epicentre through all, a maelstrom of magical power and unbridled emotions, the dancing flames creating ghostly shadows over her face.
"Riveria-sama, kindly hold back your wrath!"Lefiya begged. Your spells are ruining the structure!("
"Riveria-sama, stop right away!"Bell begged. "You're going to destroy the place down!"<
"You fool." Did you suppose I would let you flee?" Riveria asked. "I'll have your head!("
Bell Cranel's face blanched as he stared up at the enraged Riveria looming over him, her fist poised to strike. He cringed, bracing for impact, as she swung with all her might. But then, something unexpected happened: her first stopped in its tracks? Had she been frozen? No, she had stopped herself from hitting him, and her expression softened. She exhaled and her features relaxed, her rage dissipating. Bell let out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding, relief washing over him.
"I have cooled down." Riveria said.
Thank goodness, Riveria-sama said Lefiya.
Her mind started racing. I don't know. This is really embarrassing. Am I blushing? I'm not blushing? What is this? What is happening to me?
"I apologies so much!Bell whimpered; I'll put them back on!'
"Leave them alone, Bell Cranel," Riveria said. "You've already done enough damage. I'll see to it personally.
Indeed, Miss Riveria said pitifully.
I have to keep composure and dignity; I cannot show weakness right now; I will not let them see me stumble. Her ideas were unrelenting.
Bell thought to herself. I can't believe I'm seeing this side of her. She's usually so calm. And her pants is so white. She really is cool.
I'm quite ashamed. Riveria thought. I have turned to stone, but I also find this exciting. No, get a hold, Riveria. You have a posture to keep.
"Bell Cranel, you womanising lady-killer hentai bunny!"Lefiya spitted with venom. Riveria-sama is so mortified, she can not even pick up her own trousers."
This gave Riveria an idea: should I leave them down to impart knowledge, but I cannot possibly face anyone in this state.
"Lefiya, it's quite disrespectful to stare like that." Riveria chastised.
"S-Sorry! But I simply cannot stop looking at you!"Lefiya answered."
Riveria mused; Lefiya is ozzling my pants.
"Bell Cranel, stop staring at the shapely bare legs and pretty knickers whiter than snow!" Lefiya snarled.
"B-But, I can't even view...."
I have to get these up as soon as possible, before things escalate. Riveria's mind told her. It would be so easy, but... I can't bring myself to lift them up. Why? I have to do this. I must pull these up, or else... I have a duty to uphold! I can't let my guard down! I cannot let them see me like this! But, I can't help but feel excited. It's so embarrassing, but I want to keep going…I want to let them keep seeing me. I want to let them see me like this. What am I doing? I've been frozen for a long time now. I can't move a muscle. What is this feeling? I am a master of magic, and yet, I am powerless. I am a statue. A piece of marble. Petrified. I am defeated by my own arousal. I cannot let my guard down, but I want to let it down. I want to let him see me like this. This is madness! What is wrong with me? This is a disgrace! But his hands were so warm... and he is so cute... I can't help but feel my heart skip a beat.
"You..." foul, depraved animal!Lefiya replied.
Riveria chastised her, "This is just as much as your fault, Lefiya. And as punishment, I'm not even going to pull my trousers back up."
"But... but...'
"You will suffer this indignity as well if I have to. Just fair is what it is.
"B-But, Riveria-sama!" It's really embarrassing!""
'That's the point.'
" Everyone will see you in your pants, though."
"You seem not to mind…"
But we are both girls! But in human other terms..."
"Leifya, it's just a piece of fabric."
"It is more than just fabric!"
Um, Miss Riveria...?"Bell interrupted.
Bell Cranel: "What is it?" Riveria answered. "You could just gaze at me all you want. Not at all bothered about it."
He stammered, then "um..." and "I'm really sorry! Kindly pull your trousers up!"<
Riveria's face reddened, her heart began to pound uncontrollably. He is so adorable, she thought. I can't resist him. He is so innocent and pure. I can't help but feel attracted to him. And now, he is asking me to cover myself? How can I resist?
Riveria said resolutely, "No, I don't think so. I've decided. Along with me, you are going to suffer. Everybody will be ashamed with us.
"B-But Miss Riveria!" Bell objected.
"Silent, Bell Cranel". You're only making this more difficult for yourself. Not like you're not appreciating the view. Suppose I pull my trousers all the way down to my ankles?"
Bell almost passed out as blood spilt from his nose. Her black legwear, almost like tights, slid down her chestnut brown boots to her heels. Her bare knees and thighs were totally exposed.
"Please Miss Riveria, I beg you, put them back on!""
Riveria thus thought to herself: This is so embarrassing, but I'm loving every second of it. I want him to keep looking at me. I want him to keep staring at me. I want him to keep ogling me. How can a human boy have all this power over me?What is this feeling? Is it love? No. This is just a passing attraction. I am a woman, after all. Oh, this most indecent and un-elflike! I've turned into an exhibitionist!
But I am a woman, and he is a man, and he is a young, attractive, kind, caring, thoughtful, gentle, sweet, and charming man. How could a maiden such as I resist such purity? He is so much like a child... and yet so mature. He is so innocent, but he is so experienced. He is so naive, but he is so wise.
I want to know him better. I want to know him completely. I want to know him intimately. I want to know him inside and out. I want to know him physically, emotionally, and mentally. I want to know him sexually. I want to know him completely.
I'm game for sex with him.
After all, I am a woman; it is only logical. I wish to tease him some more.
And Riveria asked Bell Cranel, "What do you think?" Do you find what you view appealing? Are your unmentionables of interest? Though I hope they would be to your taste, I am worried they are rather plain.
Bell couldn't help but think: Oh my goodness; she looks so fantastic in her underpants!
Riveria wondered to herself: I can't get enough of him; it's been quite long since I felt this way.
"This is your punishment, too, Bell Cranel," she told Bell. "I want you to take a good look."
"I regret it! I had not intended to!"He shed tears."
"Don't be timid. Get a strong eyeful.
His mind cried out as he tried not to fix her pants.
Riveria thought; his eyes are full of so much passion; I cannot get enough of it; what is wrong with me?
Then Riveria asked Bell Cranel, "Now then, I have a question for you. What about elves strikes you as appealing? Do you like the skin or maybe the ears? possibly the hair? Alternatively is it a more intimate matter? I would most definitely like to know.
He answered softly, "I-I'm not sure what you mean...".
Though I'm losing my cool, I don't give a damn; the exposed high-elf thought to herself.
"I want to know, too." She went on, "What is it that makes elves so appealing to you? Tell me, and I might give pulling my pants back up some thought some thought. Tell me therefore, what draws you to us?""
She said, "I need to hear him say it. He's so addictive to tease. For me to sink so low. I feel like a little schoolgirl again, but I care not.
Bell stammered, "I, um,uh, well..."
He's really sweet. What if I teased him some more?
Bell's face flushed furiously as Riveria squatted down, legs splayed, legwear gathered at her ankles, her panties on full show.
"You are free to stare anyway you choose. I'm good with it. Actually, I'm finding it to be rather fun.
"I, um...."
He's blushing so beautifully, really hard.
She said impatiently, "Come on, now. Tell me what you think of elves. You won't have to then glance at my me in my knickers."
"You'll drive him crazy, Riveria-sama!"Lefiya did porotest. He'll turn into a sex-crazed monster defiling you!{
"Fie, lefiya, fie, fie. Be silent, Riveria advised her.
But these words stayed in her head: I want him some badly, but I have lost all sense of reason. I need to hear him say it. He is totally coursed in me without even trying, a charm more potent than any goddess of love.
She is really lovely; I cannot turn away for much longer. Bell considered.
Will these knickers do the job? They're so basic. I want to make him mine. I want him to want me. Will these knickers help with that?
The lad struggled to get his words out. "I, um...".
Look at him blush; he does find me beautiful in my pants! I'm ecstatic!
Bell Cranel, what do you suppose?"She asked him. Do you like the way I look in my knickers? Do you find them rather beautiful?
"Uh, I, well... Surely.""
His eye is blazing into me, hypnotic.
"I: Because of their grace, intelligence, and beauty as well as their... nothing except everything."
All right? That's rather nice, but I would want specifics. What about elves that really appeals to you?"
"Uh.... Why are our performances on this?
"To see your cool-headedness. Are you more tuned on my knickers or can you remain focused on the current work?""
I've evolved into an Amazoness harlot!
" I, um... I particularly like your eyes, legs, hair, and... your personality, your smile, your manner, your speech, your fighting style, your intelligence, and..."
Indeed, yes, indeed.""
"A–And... your white cotton panties!"
Bell's brain went crazy; oh no, that simply escaped.
He said, "My goodness; the high elf said in her mind."
'You... bad, depraved, animal!"Lefiya arrived with a fury. How dare you talk of Riveria-sama in that manner?'
Riveria chastised her, "Lefiya, go and get some tea".
I want her not to spoil my great fun with him.
Lefiya scowled and vanished. She wanted to offer them a piece of her mind, but she thought better of it. It was useless to go against Riveria. She went to get the tea now.
Riveria continued as thus: "Now, were we? Absolutely, white cotton pants. They're quite useful for adventuring. Could you kindly explain why that is the case?""
"Um, well, they're light and breathable, so they don't get in the way, and they're comfortable, and they don't get in the way, and they're light and breathable, so they don't get in the way," Bell said, droneishly and tediously.
He's flitting, but I'm not bothered.
Riveria continued, "And see how high the legholes are cut, to allow maximum freedom of movement of the legs." And the waistband is good and tight; it doesn't slide down when I walk. Tell me what I should be getting here.'
Um... They're great for... Sports?He said with hardly any confidence.
I'm going to have fun with him; I don't care whether he's right or wrong. She mused,
Indeed, that is exactly it. They're ideal for sports. What else, then?"(
I could grow used to his way of looking at me.
"What else appeal to you about them? Why are they so suited for sports?{
"Um, given that they consist of cotton? Additionally... White here?'
Once more he is being tiresome.
"That's correct." Cotton breaths, thus in the summer it is cool and in the winter warm. And the colour matters as well. White is clean, honest, and pure—innocent. Still, I am chaste after all.
I'm having great fun; I never want this to stop.
"What then do you suppose of my knickers? I would like your viewpoint.
"Um, I really enjoy them. They are very... white?"
His struggle for words is quite lovely! I adore it!
Lefiya returned with the tea, her eyes widening as Riveria continued to probe Bell about her pants. Her agitation grew with every moment until she could no more control herself.
" Riveria-sama, how could you?Said Lefiya, "This is an indignation! You're letting him ogle your pants? I find this unbelievable!"(
Not "letting him." She shot back, "I'm making him."
You're what?''
"I'm pointing him towards them. I would like his opinion of them."
"But... Why?"<
"Because I'm interested. also since it's enjoyable.
Nonetheless... Is this not rather excessive? Concerned about what others will think?("
Not number. As it happens, I'm having fun. And I believe he is, as well.
She is... Whatever? Bell Cranel, this time you've truly done it! Before she met you, Riveria-sama was the most chaste and esteemed and dignified elf available! You broke her!{
Bell sought to object, but it was useless. "I did nothing!{
Oh, Lefiya, calm down. Riveria reassured her, "I'm good."
I'm having a great time; I'm actually better than fine. I can't remember the last time I had so much fun.
"And could you find out what cut my pants is?She proceeded.
"Uh, they have high cutting quality?"He answered.
"Good guy. I most like wearing this kind of pants. Straight white cotton with high cut. Simple and cosy. The high cut of the leg holes allows not to limit movement during casting magic or dodging attacks."
I almost won him over; he's staring at them so hard now.
"Um, could you perhaps explain why you are sharing this?"Bell enquired.
"Nothing for a reason." Just wondering about your view of elven pants.
"Uh, it is... better? Basically?
He is flustered once more, which fuels my even more will.
Riveria-sama, kindly stop!"Lefiya yelled. " Think of your position, I'm begging you! Your standing! Your respect! I find this intolerable!''
"Oh, quiet, Lefiya. Riveria brushed off her spoiling of all the fun.
Lefiya shot back, "You're not Loki, Riveria-sama!" Give up behaving as a pervert! This is just... mistaken!
"Oh, stop pouting. I'm having pleasure.
"You're having fun?" You are doing this for leisure?"
" Indeed, and it's rather fun. Now quiet, and let me have fun. I shall ask Bell some more questions.
I'm going to maximise the last time I had so much fun since I can't remember it.
"Bell Cranel, what most appeals about elven pants?""
Bell stopped momentarily to say "Uh... the texture?"(
"What do you mean—the texture? You will have to get more particular. Are you referring to the cloth? Regarding the stitching? The waistband? The Leg Holes''
"uh... all of them together?("
Oh, he's valuable. She considered.
"Do you favour one type of fabric?"She questioned him.
" Um... Not quite right?'
"then you have to have a taste for the stitching." You like what sort of stitching?""
"Um, not sure?""
She thought, feeling terrible for winding him up; but, I just can't control myself; it's as if I'm possessed.
Regarding the waistband, "what about? What then are your preferences?"She questioned him.
"Uh.... I'm not sure."'
He is totally lost; I am wicked.
Riveria added: "The cut of my pants allows me to move about easily even with my jeans around my ankles. Let me try to show you. Want to dance?"'
"Dance!!"What are you talking about? Bell jumped with a start. Dancing with your pants down? But regarding your pants, what about shouldn't you hide them? Here, allow me to lend you..."
"No Bell Cranel. I want to see your level of focus. Could you carry out this work without allowing my knickers to divert you? Besides, I assumed you would find personal advantages from high-cut pants. Not to panic. I'll treat you lightly. Simply follow my lead. Try to keep up as well.
"um... alright?"
Oh, he's really cute. I'm going to enjoy this. I'm glad I didn't pull my pants back up. Her inner thoughts were getting more embarrassing.
Most confused, Bell thought, as she danced with her pants showing. I can't believe this is happening.
Riveria's overcoat tails fluttered gracefully as she performed an intricate high-elven jig, her movements fluid and precise. The white knickers she wore gleamed brightly under the dim light, capturing the attention of anyone who dared to glance her way. They seemed to shimmer like moonlight against her skin, adding an ethereal quality to her dance. As she twirled and stepped, the fabric of her overcoat swayed in harmony with her body, creating a mesmerising spectacle that was hard to ignore.
See also." She said. "My underpants hold in place even during dancing. They are quite at ease. I particularly enjoy them.
Bell was trying to control a tsunami of lustful ideas; her jeans are so tight against her skin that I could see her... oh gods.
Lefiya could handle no more. "Bell Cranel, you're a monster! How dare you with your lecherous gaze defile Riveria-sama? Riveria-sama, kindly use common sense! Straighten your trousers back up!{
"Oh, Lefiya, calm down." Riveria corrected her: You're ruining the atmosphere.
Bell's mind wouldn't be quiet, though; this is the most embarrassing scenario I have ever encountered and the most strange. I cannot believe this is happening.
"Now would you kindly join me, Bell Cranel?" Riveria proposed. It's a basic dance. You can definitely do; just follow my guidelines. You'll be great.
"Um.... OK?Bell murmured anxuously.
I know I'm going to regret this; his thoughts were a flood of anxiety.
"Good," Let me start. Go with me. One in two three four five six seven eight. She led one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Her voice in the tavern's din was a gentle melody.
Bell's motions were clumsy and hesitant; his face wore a mask of uncertainty and shame. But Riveria was patient, gently encouraging him.
Bell Cranel, "That's it." Riveria encouraged him on; you have the hang of it. Just let me lead and relax. Try also to overlook my underpants."
Bell couldn't ignore them, though; he was painfully aware of how close she was to him, of how little fabric separated them. He could feel the heat of her body, smell her hair. It was seductive.
Riveria said, "You're doing very well, Bell Cranel. I'm impressed." And my knickers hardly divert you. You are organic. We form a decent team, in my opinion. And what do you suppose?"'
'I... Uncertain about it?"<
Would you like to dance some more?""
"Um, fine?'
"Let's spin here. You'll find me spinning around. Are you ready?""
"Uh, I believe this.""
" Here I am! Now ready? Additionally... Turn!
Riveria spun around, her hair flew out behind her. She came to a stop, her leg in the air, her panties on full display. She fell towards Bell, who caught her, his hands on her hips. Her body was pressed against his. He could feel the warmth of her skin, the smoothness of her skin, the softness of her skin...
Lecherous thoughts then pervaded Bell's pure brain. Oh my gods, her panties are in my face. And her skin is so smooth. And her hair smells so good. And her body is so soft. And her breasts are pressing against me. And her... oh gods, this is so embarrassing.
"Now, hold my hand as I spin," she said. "And then pull me back. You catch me; I'll split it.
Riveria gently grabbed Bell's hand and her fingers entwined with his. She started to spin with a fluidity, her body moving with the grace of an experienced dancer. Bell was momentarily mesmerised by her hair fanned out around her catching the light and producing a halo effect. Her legs stretched out in a perfect line, so highlighting her flexibility and control as she finished her spin and smoothly entered the splits.
Her movement carried momentum that propelled her ahead and she started to fall. Rising from his dream, Bell reached out to grab her automatically. Her hips found his hands, but one of his slipped and landed squarely on her buttocks covered in underpants as she fell. Their faces flushing with a mix of shame and surprise, the close contact shocked both of them.
Bell held Riveria, her body pressed against his, his heart hammered in his chest. Through the thin fabric of her pants, he could sense the heat of her skin, and it set off a wave of contradictory feelings. For her part, Riveria appeared equally impacted; her breath came in short gasps as she gazed up at Bell, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and something else—something Bell could not quite identify.
The room felt to get warmer, the air heavy with unspoken tension. Bell's brain flew, trying to understand their sudden closeness. Under his hands, he could feel the softness of her body, the smoothness of her skin, and the mild curve of her hips. Her hair smelt sweet, seductive, and addictive, which made it hard for him to think clearly.
Still caught in Bell's arms, Riveria seemed to straighten herself somewhat. She raised her head to him, her lips opened as if in speech, but no words emerged. Rather, she just watched him, her eyes looking for some kind of response on his face. Uncertain of what to say or do, Bell just held her; his heart thumping in his chest as he negotiated the convoluted web of emotions their unexpected contact had set off.
"My, you're bold Bell Cranel." Riveria said. "I didn't think you would touch me there. You know it's a sin to lay a hand on an elf without her consent."
His hands are rather cosy. I object to him letting go. I could come to find this normal. Oh gods, what then am I thinking? I have to have gone crazy. Riveria's ideas flooded her in a frenzy.
Bell, though, was having trouble separating his own assault of ideas. Her hair smells so good, her skin is so smooth, her body is so soft, her underpants are so tight, her breasts are pushing against me, and her...
RIveria vanished into her own thoughts. I can now understand Amazons' lack of trousers wear. This is so much more pleasant. And I have great freedom for movement. And it is quite... releases. I think of myself as a modern woman.
When the dance ended, Riveria issued her next directive.
"Now, I will show a handstand. My trousers will remain firmly around my ankles. The goal of this exercise is meditation. You must not lose your focus in absurd situation, and remain mindful."
Riveria did a handstand, her pants shining like a lighthouse. Bell collapsed into stillness. His mouth wide open, he fixed his gaze on Riveria's underpants. Standing upside down, Riveria had straight arms and legs and long hair falling to the floor. Bell fixed her on her pants, frozen in place.
Bell Cranel says, 'You see, my high-cut knickers allows my legs complete freedom of movement. They do not slide down, nor do they get in the way. Actually, it feels like I'm wearing nothing at all'.
Then Bell's otherwise pure mind ran wild. Her underpants are on full show and her jeans are down. She is also handstanding. This is unbelievable what I am seeing. And the worst is that I cannot turn away. Her underpants are quite...
"Well?" Riveria asked suddenly. "Aren't you going to speak?"
He said, "Um, you're very flexible."
Though it's not what I was expecting, it will do, she considered.
Then she continued. "Yes, flexibility is important. I have to be able to move freely in battle, and high-cut pants is ideal for that."
Riveria landed on her feet after doing a back flip. Her underwear was still exactly on show. Bell struggled not to turn away. Standing straight, Riveria's hands on her hips, her legs shoulder-width apart. Bell fixed her eyes on her underpants.
She said, "Your see, Bell Cranel," "my high-cut pants is both comfortable and practical. You may think they're ordinary, plain white pants, but these are a marvel of elven craftsmanship made from the best cotton, and tailored to fit my body perfectly."
Oh gods, what am I implying? I find myself embarrassing. But I don't give a damn. The best day of my life is today.
"See how they move with my body." She said.
With one hand under one leg she raised high in the air. Her leghole from her pants was stretched to expose her naked skin. She lowered her leg gradually, and the leghole took on its usual form. She then kept moving with her other leg.
"See? My high-cut knickers moves with my body, without sliding down. It is a perfect fit."
Once more, I am a child playing in the garden and mocking the boy I liked. Oh, to be young again. She murmured to herself.
Bell's own eyes astounded him. Her jeans are so tight against her skin that I could clearly see her...
"Well? Aren't you impressed?" Riveria cut off his line of thinking sharply.
"I... I have no idea?"
Still, he says quietly: She's amazing. She is quite elegant and nimble even with her trousers around her ankles. She is also quite beautiful; her body is perfect, her skin is flawless, her hair is shiny and her... I have to avoid thinking such way as these. Aiz-san, forgive me!
"I could have done this with my pants pulled up," she said, "but then you wouldn't be able to see my pants. So, for instructional purposes, I have kept my pants around my ankles. You are quite lucky, Bell Cranel. Very few people have seen my pants. I hope you appreciate the privilege."
"I, um, feel privileged?"
" You'd better be."
I'm lecturing him about my pants, in my pants! Riveria almost laughed aloud at the ridiculousness.
Riveria gracefully dropped herself to the ground, her legs pointing in opposite directions, a perfect example of the splits. Her bunched-up at her ankles, her trousers did not restrict her flexibility. Her undergarments allowed her legs total freedom of movement, and as she performed the manoeuvre, they were clearly visible and left little to the imagination to work from. Taut against her skin, the fabric accentuated the smooth curves of her hips and thighs, so attesting to her agility and grace even in a position that was so compromising. Her form was perfect, her balance steady, and her expression one of calm concentration—as if she were performing such a feat naturally as breathing.
"You see, Bell Cranel, I can perform the splits easily even with my pants around my ankles. My high-cut knickers allows my legs complete freedom of movement, and do not slide down or get in the way."
" Um, Miss Riveria?"
"Sure, Bell Cranel?"
Oh no, she realised. He is peering at me with those eyes. Those puppy-dog eyes. They really appeal to me. As long as he looks at me with those eyes, I will do whatever he asks.
Once more lowering herself into a squat, Riveria, with a grace that belied the compromising circumstances, bent her knees smoothly as if she were executing a well-rehearsed dance. Her underwear was now on full show, offering what could only be described as the mother of all pantyshots, yet she seemed totally oblivious, maybe apathetic. Her undergarments' high cut left little to inspire the imagination; the fabric's taut view was as scandalous as it was hypnotic.
Taken totally off guard, Bell felt his face flush a deep, beet-red colour. His mouth open in a silent "O" of shock, he was completely still. Though the situation was inappropriate, his eyes, wide and unblinking, were fixed on the sight before him and unable of looking away. Riveria's knickers revealed her whole gusset, a show as embarrassing as it was fascinating. Bell's body stayed frozen, paralysed by the sheer audacity of the moment, while his mind ran. Unable to form words or even coherent ideas as he stared, fixed, at the scene playing out before him, he was a statue, a silent observer of Riveria's inadvertent exhibit.
"What is it, Bell Cranel?" she asked? "You can tell me anything. You seem to want to say something. Don't be shy."
Though I can't do it, I just wish to kiss the life out of him. Not found here. Not at this time.
Bell struggled to put his ideas forward. " Um, never mind. It's nothing."
His brain, however, said something rather different. I cannot turn away from this. Her trousers are really...
"No, really." She said. "Tell me. You can trust me. I promise. I swore on my pride as an elf. You can tell me anything, Bell Cranel. I won't tell a soul."
Well... I was wondering whether you could get up.
naturally, Bell Cranel.
Rising elegantly from her seat, Riveria's hands were firmly anchored on her hips, her legs squarely shoulder-width apart. She radiated both vulnerability and control, a contrast that only sharpened the moment's intensity. Now crumpled at her ankles, the fabric of her trousers softly stirred against the hardwood floor, a subdued reminder of the strange character of the scene. Though strong, her posture revealed the whirl of emotions she was experiencing; each breath calmed her will and covered the turbulence within.
Said she, "is that better, Bell Cranel?" "Is there anything else you would wish to say? You can tell me anything. I will do whatever you want."
Then an army of ideas assaulted her from every side. I'm doing this, and I find it hard. This lad has denied me dignity! In public, in a tavern, I'm presenting him a private knickers fashion show wearing my trousers around my ankles under broad daylight!
He's at fault. His fault for being so adorable. His guilt for his innocence. His mistake for being so charming. His fault for having such lovely eyes. His fault for staring at me with those eyes. His fault for being such a nice person. His fault for always putting others ahead of himself. His fault for being so thoughtful. His fault for being so courageous. His guilt for courting me.
His fault for being such a courteous man. His fault for consistently treating me respectfully. His constant making me feel like a woman instead of merely an elf is his fault. His fault for always making me feel cherished, loved, and unique. His fault for inspiring my desire to kiss him till death. His responsibility for my developing feelings for him. His flaw, all of it.
He has brought me down to a degenerate. He turned me into a liar. He has damaged me. He have turned me pervert. He made me a monster. He has rendered me deviant. He's made me a whore. He gave me a slut. I am a nymphomaniac thanks to him. I enjoy it too. I savour every moment of it.
Riveria asked once more, this time requesting: "Bell Cranel, if you would, I would want for you to kiss me."
"K-Kiss you!--!"
Yes. I would want you to kiss me, Bell Cranel.
"We're not even dating or anything, thus I-I cannot do that! I cannot just kiss you!"
Riveria laughed at least once. When he is flustered, he is really charming. I could just savour him.
"Oh? But now you've seen my pants, you have to take responsibility. And aside from that, you're the reason my pants are down in the first place. Bell Cranel." Bell Cranel says, bold.
"I didn't mean to! It was an accident! I was just trying to help!"
Just shut-up and kiss me, you fool."
Riveria pulled Bell near by grabbing at his shirt. Though he tried to resist, she was too strong. His mouth opened to hers, and he sank into a dream of want. His hands located her hips as he melted into her kiss. She drew near and her hands slid up his back.
Their tongues dancing in each other's mouths, they kissed fiercely for several minutes. At last they broke for air. Riveria was grinning at him, a cheeky glitter in her eyes.
"Well, that wasn't exactly terrible, was it?"
"It was wonderful."
"I'm glad now; but, I'm not done with you yet, Bell Cranel."
Bell staggered out on the floor after she unexpectedly shoved him to the ground. She gently but forcefully set one boot firmly on his back, pinning him down. Her exposed knickers hung tantalisingly near his face, a sight that set his heart racing and his cheeks flushed fiercely. Now so strikingly on show, the delicate fabric of her pants seemed to mock his helpless posture, filling him with both awe and a dizzying surge of exhilaration. His face flushed vivid red as he stared at the exquisite elf's underpants. Grinning at him, she had a cheeky glint in her eyes.
Riveria said, "Care to get a closer look, Bell Cranel? How about I use your face as my throne? And since you're a gentleman, you won't mind if I rest my backside, would you?" Riveria gently lowered herself down and sat on his face, her knickers pushed against his nose. He drew a long breath and smelt her. Her skin warmed him through the fabric of her pants. He had heaven.
Face buried in her white cotton pants. Bell felt drunk by the soft lavender and jasmine scent of Riveria's pants. Riveria was having quite fun. She liked it; she was in control. She enjoyed the sensation of Bell's face against her knickers as well as of her boot on his chest. The sense of power it bestowed upon her appealed.
Bell tried to talk, but his words came out muted. Riveria laughed, wiggled her hips, rubbed her panty-covered crotch against his face.
"You'll have to speak up, Bell Cranel; I can't quite hear you."
Bell spoke once more, but his words still came out muffled. Riveria moaned and got up.
She left Bell, then stood in front of him, her hands on her hips. "Oh well. I guess you're not in the mood for conversation. Let's try a different approach." She cast a down glance at him, a cheeky glint in her eyes. She then positioned him and gently embraced him, smothered the lad with kisses.
Bell, "I hope you're ready; I'm not letting you up until I've had enough of your kiss."
This is rather awkward. Though also rather nice, he considered...
Riveria's heart and mind started to run.
He's really charming. and his lips seem to be quite soft.
I could remain just like this always.
I love it.
I am really in love.
I simply adore this lad.
I really love Bell Cranel.
She started to gently move her hips, pushing herself against him across her thin knickers. At first her motions were slow and deliberate, but as she kept kissing him her body ground against his in a consistent, sensual rhythm, and her motions grew more urgent. She could feel the heat rising between them, the friction of their bodies igniting a fire that might have consumed her totally. Her heart kept time with the pulsing need coursed through her veins like a drum in her chest. Lost in the moment, lost in the feel of him under her, lost in the taste of his lips and the scent of his skin. Her hips accelerated, pressing harder as she yielded to the primal impulse that seized her and her body begged for more, for release. Her heart thumping in her chest, she was panting severely. Her need for him and the degree she wanted him astounded her. It was addictive; she had never felt this way about anyone before. She craved more. She yearned for all he was. She was going to have it too.
I love him so much.
Bell Cranel really makes me very happy.
And one way or another I'm going to have him.
I have him scheduled, and nobody is going to stop me.
Not only Aiz.
He will be mine; I am going to have him.
Always.
Her legwear wrapped around one leg, she could feel the bulge in his pants through the thin fabric of her knickers. She could also tell he was having fun. Grinning, she kept kissing him. She loves it since she was in control. She meant to savour every moment of this. She intended to call him her slave.
After being there observing, Lefiya blushed fiercely and at last spoke up. She implored, "Riveria-sama! Please! Stop this at once!" "Your Familia, your people, your crown! You are going to ruin your reputation! Your life! You are going to throw everything away! Your Familia, your people, your crown!"
Riveria stopped abruptly, then cast Lefiya a glare of icy resentment. Lefiya turned away, terrified. Riveria's anger made her terrible.
"I'm done with being a good girl." She said. "I'm done with being chaste, I'm done with being a role model, I'm done with being a princess, I'm done with being a queen. I'm done with being an elf. I'm done with being a high elf."
Leaded Lefiya, "No, please, Riveria-sama! Don't do this!"
"Your motivation for me not?"
"You're going to regret it! You're going to wreck your life!"
"And you have been objectizing me in my underwear."
No, that is not true!
Admit it; you have been staring at my knickers this entire time.
"I was staring at you, Riveria-sama!" not at your pants.
You were staring at my knickers. You were lying to me. You expect me to believe that? I saw you.
"Well, Riveria-sama? You look so great in them, and your legs are so long and sexy, and your butt is so tight and perky..."
"That's sufficient, Lefiya. I get it. And you, Bell Cranel. What do you have to say for yourself?"
His spirit broken, he said, "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."
Rising slowly and deliberately from her seat on Bell, Riveria moved with a grace that belied the strong feelings churning inside her. She stood and then reached down with a measured, almost royal grace to grab the waistband of her trousers. She pulled them firmly to make sure they were on her hips, the cloth smoothing out as it settled in place. Though the deed was straightforward, it carried a sense of finality, a quiet proclamation of her recovering dignity and composure.
She apologised, Bell Cranel said. "This was most ungent of me. Please accept my sincerest apology; I meant you no offence."
"I,uh, accept; I'm sorry, too."
"You have no cause to be sorry. I am the one who has overstepped the bounds of decency."
"This whole thing happened because of me. I fell over, and had to grab onto something, and it happened to be your trousers, and...
"No, it is my fault. I should have been more careful. I shouldn't have put myself in such a compromising position. It was most undignified of me. Most improper. I hope I haven't ruined your opinion of me. I am a woman of honour, not a common streetwalker. I am a lady of refinement and taste, not a strumpet. I shouldn't have indulged you. But even I can let lust get the better of me from time to time, especially when faced with a lady-killer such as yourself, Bell Cranel. I am a woman, after all. A woman of flesh and blood. And even I am not immune to your charms. You are a very handsome young man. You have a very nice smile. And your eyes are very pretty. They shine like rubellites. They are the windows to your soul. I could drown in those eyes."
" um, thank you, Riveria."
"You were trying not to look at my knickers the whole time, weren't you? I am impressed. You are a true gentlemen. You are a credit to your race."
" thank you."
"I respect you were trying to respect my dignity. But I'm afraid my dignity is gone. I have none left to lose. And I don't care."
"Um, Why?"
"Because I am a woman. And I am in love. And love is a powerful thing. It can make us do things we wouldn't normally do. And it can make us say things we wouldn't normally say. It's something I have never experienced before until I met you."
Actually, though, Bell Cranel, I am in love with you. I am utterly in love with you. Before I had never been in love. Not in queue like this. Not of this sort of love. Though I have had crushes on men before, nothing like this. I have experienced infatuation. Not like this, though. Not exactly like this.
"Adieu, Bell Cranel. Farewell, for now. I shall see you soon. And we shall have a long, personal, private conversation just the two of us.."
"Oh. Okay. I enjoy it."
"AS do I, Bell Cranel. As do I."
"I'll, huh, see you around, then."
Indeed you will. Goodbye for now, Bell Cranel.
Bell Cranel, you are loved. I am madly, deeply, irrevocally in love with you.
She left the bar with a flourish, her long jade hair falling down her back as she headed deliberately into the streets of Orario. Lefiya stayed briefly, correcting Bell with one last withering glare. She murmured "Hentai," under her breath, then turned on her heel and sprinted after the leaving High Elf.
Feeling perplexed, a little scared, but also oddly excited, Bell was left standing alone in the abruptly empty pub. Riveria's farewell words stayed with him, her declaration of love playing over and over. He had never felt anything like this before; her direct approach and emotional intensity were unprecedented. At once, it was exciting and terrible.
A little smile started to pull at the margins of his mouth as he stood there trying to make sense of what had just happened. Though first shocked and afraid, he couldn't suppress the flutter of expectation in his chest at the idea of seeing Riveria once more. Something advised him that their paths were meant to cross many more times in the future, that this was only the beginning. Though he wasn't exactly sure what to make of it all, he discovered he was excited and nervous at the same time when looking forward those meetings.
Into what have I become involved? He murmured under his breath. And why am I rather looking forward it?
[1] Story is based on the images in the link.